1218 – Gas Attack

Gas Attack
Lesson learned: no bacon before bedtime.

What’s that awful smell?

The moment I’d chosen to crawl into bed
an odor assaulted my nose.
A stench from my doggy, like something undead:
the putrid aroma arose.
Mistaken, I’d given him bacon to eat,
before we withdrew to our rooms.
and now I am paying the price for the treat:
his dank, diabolical fumes.