Gas Attack

The stage was set He was on the couch With just his nose exposed Watch this; He said to her As he cautiously backed up Exposing buttox Silent tention Ever so slowly Backing up Slowly slowly slowly Drawing bare buttox Towards sleeping nose The time was now No longer could it be held The sound pierced the silence It was louder then expected A puff ruffled the hair The essence of nasty Holding in laughter Their sides quakeing They observed the outcome The nose awoke slowly Face scrunched The discust of realization Was it the smell? Was it the sound? What awoke you? The smell you asshole I'll get you back Said the face behind the nose