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.
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