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.