by Scott A. Williams
It hits you like lead when she walks in the room,
That nose-curdling smell of old lady perfume.
It stinks right away and it quickly gets worse.
When the smell starts to fade she’s got more in her purse.
An aroma so wretched I just want to cuss,
This cologne-happy lady is odiferous.
Wherever she goes, makes no difference which rooms,
You can tell where she’s been by her lingering fumes.
The words that I need to tell of her stenchin’
Are simply too rude and too vulgar to mention.
My advice is quite simple: avoid certain doom.
Don’t go near those wearing old lady perfume.