Sniffer Hound

I’m on the loo, it’s where I sit.
I try not to have a shit-fit.

The stench is far beyond rancid.
It lingers from questions unanswered.

Who created this stink, and why?
Their thoughtlessness makes me cry.

There’s an air freshener, but it wasn’t used.
My breathing space has been brownly abused.

My new mission is to punish.
Their vile actions mustn’t flourish.

I’ll track them down with a sniffer hound.
Lead me straight to their fleshy mound.

I’ll exact revenge with a broken glass.
We’ll get medieval on their sorry ass.

Pure Pooetry

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