Old
Lady Perfume
by Scott A. Williams
It hits you like lead
When she walks in the room,
That nose-curdling smell of
Old lady perfume.
It stinks right away
And it quickly gets worse.
When the smell starts to fade
She's got more in her purse.
The aroma's so wretched
I just want to cuss.
This cologne-happy lady
Is odiferous.
Wherever she goes,
Makes no difference which
rooms,
You can tell where she's been
By her lingering fumes.
The words that I need
To tell of her stenchin'
Are simply too rude and too
vulgar
To mention.
My advice is quite simple:
Avoid certain doom.
Don't go near those wearing
Old lady perfume.
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First published in Criterion
American International College
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