Oh no not slurry season again!!



The smell is worse than sweaty feet,

It pervades both night and day,

A seriously nasty sniff,

To take your breath away.


For grass to be so sweet and green,

It needs that fertilising,

But that slurry smell works

Harder than sarin gas or ricin.


I hold my breathe, I close my eyes,

And still my nose it wrinkles,

I pray that smell has gone away,

Cause poison gas in a blink kills!

Author's Notes/Comments: 

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You have A Gift

for making rhyme blend into the poem and wrap around so that the reader seeks the next line with ardor. Nice - slc