PAD Day 28: This Poem Stinks!

Today's dual prompts from Poetic Asides and NaPoWriMo: (1) write a poem that uses the sense of smell, and (2) write a poem in "skeltonic" verse. (Interesting that yesterday's NaPoWriMo poem prompt was to employ the sense of taste.) Basically, skeltonic verse is written in short lines (usually 3-6 words) with no more than two stressed beats per line. (It doesn't really matter what type of meter you use - iambic, trochaic, etc.) Also, it must be rhymed, but there is no set rhyme scheme, except you make each line rhyme with the previous line until you get tired of that rhyme and want to change it.  This form seems to lend itself very well to light verse, so here is my "stinky skeltonic". (I took a little liberty with the rules on stresses or syllables later in the poem.)

Ode-iferous

Now what the hell?

What is that smell?

We know it well.

It’s really vile

and gross as bile,

and lasts a while

and spreads a mile.

You stripy ghost,

unwilling host

who reeks the most,

you lift your trunk

and spray your junk

at any punk

who gives you bunk,

then we must dunk

ourselves and sluice

tomato juice,

head to caboose,

to try and loose

the stink that’s in

our hair and skin.

You black-and-white

child of the night,

we will not fight

lest we lose sight

of your foul might,

and your alacrity

with unsatisfactory

things olfactory.

Pepé Le Pew,

we don’t hate you,

but for now, adieu.

You do have spunk –

don’t  be in a funk,

or we’ll be sunk

and get a chunk

of eau de skunk.