Who Let Off?

Somebody lets off a smelly fart at the fancy dinner party but nobody is sure who

The Dinner parties hosted by Mrs Constance Coker-McEniff
were considerably formal, pompous and stiff
scrunching her nose as she begins to sniff
My goodness she cries whats that dreadful whiff

She glares at guests around the table
Firstly race horse owner, Lady Margery Marsh-Mable
To her left truffle importer Penelope Wong
Who liked to sing, but ruined ever song.
Next to her retired army major Arnold MacGlare
who was considerably cranky with a petrifying stare
Beside Major MacGlare was Lady Grainger-McKee
Who rathered dinner parties at her mansion in Aintree
She sat beside Lord Ambrose Paddington-Waverley
Who aged seventy looked, one hundred and eighty three
As always he sat with Sir Reginald Walters-McGoo
Who constantly repeated the same joke or two
Finally was Lord Emberley Anderson-Stout
who was constantly snuffling his bright red snout


"This ghastly smell is poisoning my snout
Grunted Lord Emberley Anderson-Stout"
I will name this vulgar lout
Major MacGlare; let there be no doubt

Well don't look at me that is so unfair
barks Major Arnold MacGlare
if it was I, I would have blown up my chair
And sent you all flying, to way over there.

"Pardon Me" coughs Penelope Wong
"I am proven to be seldom wrong
But you are all capable of such a pong
Now lets eat and try get along"

"Poppycock" snaps lady Margery Marsh-Mable
Such behavior one would not find, in a horses stable
If one needs to deposit a cable
Please do so; away from this table

I Lord Ambrose Paddington-Waverley
Do declare; I have Royal blood you see
Such vulgar behaviour would never be me
Instead one calls out Lady Priscilla Grainger-McKee

Lady Grainger-McKee gasps. "You Horrid Mule
How dare you be so ungentlemanly and cruel
Yes my body reacts to cheap nasty gruel
But this fine dining does not provide; such potent fuel"

Of course not Lady Grainger-McKee agrees Sir Reginald Walters-McGoo
Now everyone, I had my morning Poo
and do not require another number two
Now lets just eat this succulent Venison Stew

In the corner lapping it all up
Lay Myles a white lurcher pup
On his face a big happy smile
As he thinks; i will let off another in a while