Yikes and yow and nearly ciao

You reek-a

“You reek-a,” she said with a groan.

“But that’s nothing new. Hold the phone.

Please put on your shoes.

I won’t blow a fuse.

But stop with the noxious cyclone.

“I’m not sure how long I can cope

With terrors of this broad a scope.

You want me to stay?

Then stop the decay.

Why don’t you invest in some soap?”

c2014 by Linda Ann Nickerson

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