FAIR WARNING

I was in the bathroom,

For reason number 2.

I produced a stink so strong,

One whiff and you’d be through.

Paint was peeling off of the walls.

My crying eyes were on fire.

If I didn’t get to the end,

I too would surely expire.

I finally finished my business,

Desperately needing fresh air.

Closing the door behind me, I said,

“Fair warning, don’t go in there!”

But that’s not the end of my story,

As my stench broke down the door.

It literally dissolved,

And puddled up on the floor.

An angry, odious cloud of gas,

Came rolling down the hall.

It  engulfed the living room,

And bodies began to fall.

I made it outside to safety

As the house fell into disrepair.

Shrugging my shoulders, I simply said,

“Fair warning, don’t go in there!”

Michael D. Schafer

© July 30, 2017