tagNon-Erotic PoetryThat's So Wrong

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."

Report Story

byIread2relax© 3 comments/ 1907 views/ 1 favorites

Share the love

Report a Bug

1 Pages:1

Please Rate This Submission:

Please Rate This Submission:

  • 1
  • 2
  • 3
  • 4
  • 5
Please wait
by Anonymous

If the above comment contains any ads, links, or breaks Literotica rules, please report it.

There are no recent comments (3 older comments) - Click here to add a comment to this poem or Show more comments or Read All User Comments (3)

Add a

Post a public comment on this submission (click here to send private anonymous feedback to the author instead).

Post comment as (click to select):

You may also listen to a recording of the characters.

Preview comment

Forgot your password?

Please wait

Change picture

Your current user avatar, all sizes:

Default size User Picture  Medium size User Picture  Small size User Picture  Tiny size User Picture

You have a new user avatar waiting for moderation.

Select new user avatar: