A thick brown cloud hangs in the air.
Through its mass, I can’t even stare.
I try to disperse and wave it away.
But it hangs cruelly in the doorway.
My nostrils were certainly not spared!

I’ll need a strong fan to blast it clear.
To blow this stinker out from here!
Smog of brown looms menacingly.
But it smells familiar, embarrassingly.
A self-made manifestation, I fear.

Attempting again to dispel the mist.
But something creepy touched my fist.
The cloud felt thick and a bit moist.
“Oh, this is sick!” I loudly voiced.
I’ll need a hose and procto-exorcist.