Mystery Odor
By Larry Linville
I spend much time in my study.
It’s a family room as well.
It’s right next to the basement
And I’ve sensed a musty smell.
I’ve tried to find where it comes from.
Perhaps from this rainy spring.
I’ve checked everything in that basement
And I haven’t found a stinkin’ thing.
Then I started to smell it
Away from the basement below.
My nose captures that essence
No matter where I go.
I think I have solved the old problem.
I think I know what to say.
It comes from that new deodorant
That I spray on every day.
© Copyright 2007 Larry Linville (UN: larrylinville at Writing.Com).
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Tuesday, May 22, 2007
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3 comments:
Did not expect the ending of your poem.
I was going to write that since you think you are an old retired minister maybe that is what "you all" smell like. Lots of Laughs
Maybe you're right. I didn't smell it before I retired. :)
I like to have surprise endings.
Thanks Larry. That was a good laugh!!
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