Oh! De Cologne!!!
Certainly, you never meant
when you walked out,
to leave your scent
behind you like a noxious cloud.
Since air pollution’s not allowed,
you must admit that you’ve been rude
to leave your perfume thickly strewed
throughout the room as you skedaddled,
leaving us gasping and rattled,
coughing, nauseous, choking, sneezing,
rendered helpless in our wheezing.
Next time you visit,
please heed this poem
and leave your perfume cloud
at home!!!
The NaPoWriMo prompt today is to write a poem
that takes the form of a warning label for yourself!
Warning: Fume-Free Area!!!!
The human female in this room
cannot abide the dreaded fume
of any type of floral bloom,
so if you slather on perfume,
it is for sure—you must assume
you chance occasioning her rheum.
Enter and face your certain doom!!!
For further information on how much I abhor floral scents, go HERE.
For NaPoWriMo 2018, day 25. image borrowed from internet .
The Cloud
The groom’s mother might be charismatic,
lovely, clever and dramatic,
but when she entered any room,
she was preceded by her perfume.
So her presence here was problematic—
in scope, approaching the traumatic—
for we had to institute some bans
to include her in our wedding plans.
For reasons we deemed bioclimatic,
(and her excesses aromatic)
when it came to finding her a seat,
we found it to be quite a feat.
For it’s hard to remain diplomatic
when the bride is prone to be asthmatic.
With no other possible schematic,
We had to seat her in the attic.
The prompt word today is “Aromatic.”
lifelessons - a blog by Judy Dykstra-Brown 