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What's That Smell? -- Week 45

I know a young lass who wears the Spring,
she sprays it from a bottle.
Of lilacs, dewdrops and blooming things,
it ought to smell a lottle.

But somewhere in those aromas floral
are sprinkled weird ingredients.
Now, to imitate Spring should be immoral
but in business, it’s expedience.

So instead of using all scents natural,
they think to make improvements.
Yet, the resulting potion is, in factual,
a concoction of pollutants

I know she thinks she’s wearing Spring,
and smells just like a rose.
Alas to me, it’s a chemical thing,
that irritates my nose.



Written for Promptly Poetry Week 45
"Promptly Poetry Challenge (2024-2025)" 

Prompt/Week # 45

Select one of the five senses, then write a poem about it.
sight, hearing, smell, taste, and touch