An Elevated Scents of Smell

I watched the doors slide shut

Just after she slid in

She took up too much room

She really was quite thin.

I said hello to be polite

She didn't like my tone

Haughty like some royalty

She jabbered on the phone.

Suddenly I gasped for air

My throat began to close

She looked with great disdain at me

And then stuck up her nose.

I think she used a bottle full

'Least that's what I'd presume

And by God she's gonna kill me

With whiffs of her perfume.

I'll bet she works at Harrods

And wears a fancy gown

Does makeup on a stool

As people gather 'round.

Or maybe she just lacks

A serious sense of smell

And blithely on her way

She smells us all to hell.

I think, perhaps, a little drop

Or two behind the ear

Is plenty good enough

At anytime of year.

So watch what you put on

That goes for male folks, too

'Cause aftershave and lotions

Can smell like doggy do.

I'd like to ride what's called the lift

And manage to survive

And I don't want to stink and reek

Of Chanel No. 5.

So please have some compassion

Upon your fellow man

Remember just a dab or two

Is what good scents demands.

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