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The Nose Knows
Smells! At the ballet, ran a survey. Who uses perfume? The Nose knows. Standing in the narrow hall Waiting for one who’s answering nature’s call. Young and all waft pass. Vapor trail followed a pretty lass. First to judge the bearer. Less than thirty Clearly in the majority. Of course clothes she’s a-wearing. Slight in build, Knee high skirt with high heels Dressed to the nines Painted nails of all kinds. But others, no scents a-following None the nose detecting. Washed clean as new fallen snow Nothing, reflecting a flower filled meadow. Next were those thirty to fifty; Certainly not as progressive or sexy. Moving like a bunch of cows Impatient, waiting their turn Udders (bladders) extended - firm. Relieved they are slow to move Stirring the air with reserve. But wait, a scent is found A single one moving around. Essence of new mown hay Identified as - cumin, let us say Reminder of a pastoral scene Was she here to be seen? Fingers bare, No rings-there Just then joined by a man Greetings; use imagination if you can. Onward to the study Now a rush aplenty. For the aging ones emerge After their time in purgatory. Smell of coconut oil lingers They washed their hands and fingers (Probably only ones who did Obscuring other volatiles instead.) Back to the ballet. (Or should I say, “Away from the toilet?) sid
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