Poetry Day: Night of 1,000 Stenches

Sheldon Cooper

(One of my sillier poems.  Inspired by a weekly ritual at college, which always had an iffy aftermath.)

Arriving once a month


By a demented madman

The night begins

With the innocent feast

Replicas of food

From a foreign land

Drenched in sauces

That range from soup

To liquid fire

It is a hearty meal

That breaks the monotony

But many go too far

There is no warning

For those around

No sign that bombs

Are ticking in some gullets

Hours will pass

Before the truth sets in

The hallway reeks

Of unmentionable odors


From beneath locked doors

Bathrooms are transformed

Into putrid gas chambers

Many will find seclusion

Fearing the roaming stench

Never knowing

If their roommate is another bomb

Gurgling in wait

About to melt the posters

Barely hanging on the walls

With a single burst

The night will pass

Leaving shameful stories

Told over a safer meal

Such is the cycle

That begins and ends

With the dreaded

Taco Night

About Charles Yallowitz

Charles E. Yallowitz was born, raised, and educated in New York. Then he spent a few years in Florida, realized his fear of alligators, and moved back to the Empire State. When he isn't working hard on his epic fantasy stories, Charles can be found cooking or going on whatever adventure his son has planned for the day. 'Legends of Windemere' is his first series, but it certainly won't be his last.
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13 Responses to Poetry Day: Night of 1,000 Stenches

  1. jalapenos and refried beans are a lethal combo, even with the sour cream ‘calmer’ 😱

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  2. noelleg44 says:

    This made me laugh, Charles. For us, it’s the Indian food night!


  3. Ha ha ha. I remember (and I know this will come as a shock) lighting farts after a big taco event. Lights down and lovely blue methane flames. So many laughs.

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  4. L. Marie says:

    Yep. Taco night! I usually top that off with chocolate ice cream for dessert, which makes things worse!
    Great poem!


  5. Ha! I loved this one.


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