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.
Written for: http://pookypoetry.wordpress.com/2014/05/14/poetry-prompt-14-describe-a-smell/
Morpethroad 
Oh poor old dear x
I can relate to this. We’ve recently lost Alice our old lady cat. She disappeared one day and I was sure I’d find her having a final sleep in a favourite spot, but it’s been days and no sign. My nose is constantly on alert for *that* smell…
Thanks Pooky. I recall a friend of mine telling about an old cat they had which at the end of its life would lie around and sleep. On the day of its death her dad had shifted the cat into the sun several times during the day, to keep it warm before realising the poor old cat was in fact dead.
Oh no!
When one of my old lady cats died a couple of weeks ago I didn’t realise she was dead until I embraced her for her usual morning cuddle. She’d just gone to sleep in her usual place and not woken up the next day. I think that is how I would choose to go too..
Yes Pooky I think we’d all like to go that way too.
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Spoken like a true animal lover… Lol!
Thanks Jenny it shows thru doesn’t it.
oh no, thats really awful, did that really happen?
Thanks Justine, not to me but I know to others.
X
I didn’t laugh. I swear, I didn’t.
Thanks nessa, I’m glad you didn’t laugh, though I did writing it…shhhhhhh..I didn’t say that.
Both sad and fun! How do you do it??? *smile* As always, in awe!
Thanks CC it’s how they come out, muse takes over I just follow.
I tell you Michael, you are rough on our four legged friends LOL. Good one.
Well its just what happens Jackie, admittedly it seems to be cats that cop it from me, could be something in that I think. Thanks for reading me.
You are such a fantastic poet Michael-I sincerely hope that you publish your book of poems someday :-)This one really made me laugh-what a fun read-loved the rhyming!
Oh so sad…sorry for the kitty and her owner. Well written dear Michael.
Thank you Georgia it was sad, your comment is appreciated
You’re welcome…