When sitting down to dinner, I chanced to flatulate.
My lady did object to this, and me she did berate:
“A grown man should have greater couth, than rectum resonate.
Our guests are turning green, and brown is covering their plates.”
Ashamed I tried to look, as I watched her perorate.
Yet soon I tired of hearing her, went to my room-n-ate.
In reply to this WordPress daily writing prompt: http://dailypost.wordpress.com/prompts/ruminate/