The Stench That Fills the Air

I’m in my bed, and yet I smell, A stench so bad, I cannot tell. From where it comes, I do not know, But in my mind, one thought does grow. It must be Carlos, feet of doom, Their foulness creeping room to room. Through walls it seeps, through air it crawls, It clings to ceilings, floors, and walls. No sanctuary, no escape, The smell invades in every shape. Oh, Carlos, why this cruel attack? Please take your feet and don’t come back!