Wednesday, November 08, 2017


I hope she doesn’t reek
Too badly this week
For last week I started to gag
As much as I cringe
When I hear the hinge
Announcing this odious hag

She comes in to flop
And cackles non-stop
While I gasp for breathable air
The whole freaking room
Immersed in perfume
An ancient cadaver would wear

But I’m all about
Working things out
Despite feeling nauseous and faint
So when she comes here
I’ll park her stank near
Some projects with unwanted paint.


Eileen T O'Neill ..... said...

Simply fantastic. I saw that whole image and imagined that stench too!!
Good to find you again:) Eileen

rch said...

Hey eileen, wonderful to hear from you, hope all is well with you, thanks for stopping by.