A Foul Smell

The gathering was a happy one
Laughter played on mouths
The wind needed a message to carry
My stomach was its destined bearer
And I delivered
Dropped a banger without a sound
The gods were happy to spread
Rumours started from between my legs
“Who be this fool?” we all asked
No reply, so they cussed and shouted
And I “Rema’d” them by dropping another banger

Wildkhard[TA]