The Fog

While walking the park
My gaseous release
Set fire to a bench
And murdered 3 geese

Its cloud carried further
Real close to the lake
The water it boiled
Its dock it did shake

The frolicking children
Screamed in despair
As cloud floated towards them
Suspended in air

A collection of bikers
Picked up the pace
The slowest caught wind of it
Right in the face
 
The poison consumed him
Deaths chilling grip
I lost my control
Let another one rip
 
I write you this tale
Flooded with guilt
Standing in silence
By the tribute they built

Before you release
Breaking wind in the park
Make sure you're alone
And far from a spark