Today The Teacher Farted

Today the teacher farted,

It was an awful smell.
It was just like a rotting egg,
Straight from the depths of Hell!
She tried to keep it secret,
By sitting in a group.
But it was really obvious,
When she said, "Who did that poop?"
She screwed her bright, red face up,
And blamed it all on Claire.
But later when I needed help,
The stench was round her chair!
She avoided my eye contact,
And ticked my work in green.
But she knew that her body smells,
Were foul and quite obscene.
I asked her what that smell was,
She said she'd not a clue.
I hope to God that eggy smell,
Was fart and not a poo!
Today the teacher farted,
My word, what had she ate?
I'll always remember what she did,
And now I'm thirty eight!