Joy Becomes Sorrow

Aroil in Pain

Oh! Bright and joyous Morning!
Aroma of a fine French Roast…
But wait, the coffee maker’s broken
So what could be
This scent I’m smelling?

Dogs are frantic for their walking
And so I open up the door
What once was pleasant
Is now most noxious
Some residue of Skunky war!

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