Scaring yourself; poem

Plumber in. Plumber out.

What kind of leaky smells will sprout?

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In the silent darkness of the night,

odors can give quite the fright.

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Chico; my Chihuahua and I, are down for the count.

Praying the land of dreams will open like a fount.

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My worst fears have come true.

Raw sewage smells make me blue. 

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Stinky, smelly, should I take a flash light in hand?

Search to see if my new plumbing broke a band?

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This might actually help find that odor. 

Awake from dreamland, I am sober.

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Chico shoots up from his nap.

Sniffing, circling frantically but not one yap.

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He’s sniffing around his butt. 

Oh my stars, that was his gut. 

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Chico passed gas in his sleep. 

A very foul smell did seep.

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What a nightmare this  could have been. 

My new plumbing was a win.

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I started laughing at my poor doggy. 

His mind still a little foggy. 

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As to the cause of his eruption. 

The source of such a production.

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Now we both see. 

Great. I’ve laughed so hard, I’ve gotta pee. 

Scaring Yourself