Ode To Stench
Oh Bovine stench of epic proportions
Your seething cauldrons spew evil concoctions.
Your most offal potions stew in darkness of night
Those odiferous emissions are truly a fright.
Turning crisp spring air to foul smelling eruptions
With more than a hint of horrific corruptions.
I’ve heard your malodors can be partially muzzled
Why you don’t do it keeps me thoroughly puzzled.
Instead under cover of midnight so deep
You create new meaning of disruption of sleep.
The smelliferous fumes from your boiling heap
Odious and loathsome through our windows do creep.
Cease I say, your obnoxious pollutions
Desist emitting your olfactory intrusions.
Else some dark night after rising from bed,
We will come and install a big bag on your head.