Oo Sense Offense
We’d gag as we whizzed through the town
if someone rolled the window down.
It was a most offensive smell
and a persistent smog as well.
Committees formed, complaints were made
and rules and regulations laid
upon the owners big oak desk,
to obey rules or face the risk
of paying a most hefty fine.
I was glad that mill wasn’t mine.
Miill closes down and cleanups start.
Hundreds of folks wtih a sad heart.
Wage-earners paid the massive price,
but now the town smells very nice.
Won a third place in odor contest.
Copyright © Joyce Johnson | Year Posted 2011
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