There’s a wind
A wind in the pillows
A foul and stinky breeze
Clouds the air
Makes you sneeze
The room smells of fart
Once again
Last nights dinner
Has hit it out of the park
Those burritos and beans
Cauliflower and greens
Got in the colon
And united
In an unholy union of smell
I was asleep most of the night
So I didn’t notice
All the sneaks and peeps
Coming from my posterior
Hotboxed under the covers
Released when I rolled over
It hovers in the room
Like a smelly poltergeist
When I awake
I retch
And I blame the dog
Because there’s just no way
That
THAT
Could have come from me!
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