I sat

She walked in,
Ass jiggling from here to Milan,
Like Boom the room’s doom zoomed
and sat in the corner chair.
We stared, Impolitely and inconsiderately,
But she resumed consuming the gloomy room
in her chair, crash.
She, covered in splinters,
laughed heartily and heavily breathing,
Boom, cackle cackle, Boom Boom,
The floor shook, her ass cracked the linoleum.
We were confused,
The reasons why raced in our head,
Grab a broom; clean the room,
Boom Boom.
She sat. Her stench began to wallow,
wafted towards our direction,
the perfume of doom, oh the fume,
consumes us in our demise.
We stand, respectfully, walk to the door,
Boom,
Rattled floor, she follows,
We fling the door to freedom, and begin to jog,
Boom Boom.
Our feet fumbled from the vibrations.
I fell to the floor, Boom Boom,
I shuttered and looked up at her face,
But only saw my tomb,
Boom,
the tomb I assume would consume
My body and soul in Boom
One entire gulping
Boom
scream my mind doomed to be the groom
Boom of death,
I sat.