Oo Elevator Smells

If in an apartment you may dwell, You’ll be attuned to every smell That wafts inside the elevator Left by every perpetrator: The ultra-perfumed female suit, The lure of which is in dispute. The dog walk guy with clothes that reek; They stay unwashed from week to week. The up-close spicy onion breath – Oh, grant me liberty or death! I rein in my disgusted shiver When someone’s sautéing liver. Still, I’ll cope with every smell ‘Cause not a one could quite compel Me to (despite what I abhor) Walk up and down from the ninth floor!