Phew, my goodness my face is all red,
I am sorry to say I think something’s dead.
I have not been so nasally affronted
My nose feels like its just been punted.
The aroma is not something to speak to
As I fear it may be stuck to my shoe.
I sense it as I round my street
Stronger it grows with each step of my feet.
It reminds me that mess on the road
The one when the car ran over the toad.
The smell stayed around for days
We pretended it was a form of malaise.
But this smell I fear is very unique
Too hard for me to guess or critique
I fear the worst as I look you see
On stepping closer to number three.
Overwhelming and taking my breath away
I am sure I put the cat out today.
She’s old and not long for this world
I will fear to look if her tails all curled.
I see Mr Jones at Number one
Looking as though something’s been done
There’s movement at Ben’s at number seven
I hear the poor old coot’s gone to heaven
So what a relief as I open my door
Collect the mail from the vinyl floor
I look around to find my cat
But she’s not there upon her mat
Then again there’s that smell once more
Oh no I gasp, that’s her on the floor.
Oh kitty you don’t smell to good at all
I’ll bury you now get you out of the hall.
I’d best get a shovel and my old rusty spade
Bury you next to Rover and Kade.
It’s been a sad old day for me
These offensive smells have put me at sea.
Fumigate, scrub give an all over clean,
My house now sparkles, no smells obscene.