Aunt Edna wears too much perfume.
The stench, it overflows the room.
Although I love my Aunt to death,
to hug, I have to hold breath.
It would be impolite to say
I wish she’d wash the smell away
but if a whiff invades my nose
then everything will smell like 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.
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