Obeying a Scent
I cannot stop my lucky nose;
Not with the winsome scent of Rose:
From my cherished chair often rose
And to my Darling Rose drew close.
Now, breeze that announces it blows
And a film of it clearly flows
While my childish excitement grows,
Fast fanning out my seduced nose!
Of the scent wanting a good dose,
Man would sooner he obeyed his nose
Flesh and blood present where there's sweet scent
Than seek the company of a saint.
Copyright © Chinedum Ekwobi | Year Posted 2023
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