Needed a roof after all my labours,
The rent was low, I felt it worth the cost.
There had been many tenants the neighbours
told me, but nothing further - a line crossed.
It was mobile – sometimes here, sometimes there;
(Drove me nuts – although this I won’t admit)
Almost as if it introduced a dare:
“Go on, find me – you’re just not up to it”!
A supernatural presence I nearly thought;
Did poltergeists come in a smelly form?
Woah – such speculations will come to naught -
There’s no way I will keep such nonsense warm.
An odour – smelt like (sorry!) rancid farts.
An olfactory hallucination?
But visitors smelt it too, bless their hearts -
Enlisted their help in its location
quite early in order to demonstrate
it wasn’t me, I had to make that clear;
But chances of ‘romance’ were not great
when suddenly that fragrance would appear…..
More an elusive stench I could not pin
became an obsession yet what could I do?
It was a rental property I was in –
Admit defeat and beat a retreat - phew!