1721 – Too Much Perfume

Too Much Perfume
You smell bovine. Erm, divine.

Too Much Perfume

Aunt Edna wears too much perfume.
The stench can conquer any room.
And though I love my Aunt to death,
A hugger has to hold their breath.
It might be impolite to say
I wish she’d wash the smell away,
But if a whiff invades my nose
Then all I’ll ever smell is rose.

Author: Samuel Kent

I'm a dad who wants to share his labor of love with the world. I also happen to be an award-winning artist and poet. Follow the lunchbox doodles and poems on twitter: @LunchboxDoodler!

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