That's So Wrong

Now, that's so wrong.
I'm trying to sleep.
From your side of the bed.
I hear a sharp peep.

Not loud, or rude.
And for a second I wonder.
In an instant my nostrils
Are bombarded by thunder.

The smell is so strong,
so rancid, and thick.
I wonder what's wrong.
You have to be sick.

I gasp, flounder, and
hope it soon will pass.
No one small human body
can possibly hold such deadly gas

That's so loud and strong.
You lie there laughing
like a silly clown in class
As I can finally breath again,
I say to you.
"That's so wrong."