Epigram On Unwanted Houseguests

They come into my household, uninvited;

then have the nerve to question my decor.

If I object politely (but not more;

I am not uncouth), they claim to be slighted.

I wish that they would leave, and leave today,

taking with them their unread, unwashed way.

I have no interest in what they might say,

I doubt that any one of them can think.

And yet, with the foul scent of their "B.O"

(they spent quite a long stretch of time unbathed)

my nostrils are assaulted, hurt, and scathed.

This holds however local winds may blow,

and proves that others, more than monkeys, stink.





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