#966 – Too Much Perfume

Too Much Perfume
No matter how much she uses, she will still always smell like the litter box.

Too much perfume

Aunt Edna wears too much perfume
The stench of it fills any room.
And though I love my Aunt to death,
to hug her I must hold breath.
It would be impolite to say
I wish she’d wash the smell away
for if one whiff gets up my nose
then everything smells like a 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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