Side by side in the bed they stewed
Twas’ half past 2 and what can I say
The bed was filled with a god-awful brew
In pain they tossed and turned in bed
The sounds of flatulence laid heavy like lead
Stomachs churned and colons twisting
Left the room in a roadkill misting

Wheezes and coughs from the rooms rancid smellings
Left both wishing for some fresher dwellings
All night long they battled their demons
Bad choices made in their culinary wanderings

Morning light broke on this nightmarish evening
The bed was all made, the air quite pleasing
The couple were planning another days outing
With a snort, the rancorous dude shouting
“Let’s get coffee and maybe a danish,
Then perhaps we’ll stop for gas station sushi”.