Giving Out Air, I Swear!

Today we are giving you air. I guess humans don't have enough to spare. Maybe they are too full of hot air? Does it get hot at ones lair? Maybe they need snow. Can take it all from our show. Back to air and the human blare.

Lots of air.
Smoggy or not.
Go to the fair,
Get an airy plot.

The air head plight.
That comes to be.
Air takes flight.
Not stuck in thee.

That's right.
Let it out.
Smog's in sight.
Huff it about.

Maybe opposite of huff.
Don't want druggies to stir.
Can't huff and puff.
Sorry, Mr. Druggie, sir.

But no rotting flesh.
That is stinky as can be.
The air will be fresh.
At least that's what they tell me.

For no air around.
None can be found.
Take to ground.
Or maybe the pound.

Nah. No need.
Not one at all.
Let it take seed.
Have a ball.

It's coming.
Prepare for it.
Hear that drumming?
It's a hit.

A breath of fresh air.
It came to be.
Now air to spare.
All thanks to thee.

Did you pop a mint?
How is it fresh?
Is it a breath-y stint?
I guess things just mesh.

Is air from within you fresh? Does it come from your flesh? Does it recycle and renew? My, a breath of fresh air must come due. A due date for all. Breathe at your hall. Now release a big breath. Don't hold or you may bring death. Does it smell Febreeze fresh now? Does a breath of fresh air now raise an eyebrow? It sure does when the cat hears it come to pass. I will admit that no fresh air comes out my little rhyming ass.

Fill your rummer, get drunk all summer.