My sense of smell has left me
It happened long ago
And now it's loss has come to be
An endless source of woe.
For I can no longer capture
The perfume of a rose,
Or any other scented flower
That in a garden grows.
It can also be a problem
With smells that are unpleasant
Do I need to treat the garbage bin
With an anti-smell depressant?
Now I have a knotty proglem,
For just the other night
A gecko came into my home -
That gave me quite a fright.
It ran along lthe ceiling -
I thought I'd call its bluff,
And though I know it's not OK
I grabbed some spraying stuff.
Then I went for the dustpan
But the gecko disappeared,
And though I searched both high and low
The result is what I feared.
I cannot find the wretched thing
Though I've looked everywhere,
Underneath the furniture
And each and every chair.
Now if it's gone and died somewhere
Time alone will tell
But never will I find that place
For I have no sense of smell.