Distinked Poem by Ima Ryma

As a skunk, I'm bummed to find out
Some human dude thinks that my scent
Is rose petalled - what's that about?
Not a smell I want to present
For unwanted confrontation.
Yes, spraying is a last resort.
Some flashing, some thumping first done,
Scrappy with teeth and claws to thwart.
But it's just knowing I'm butt armed
To shoot noxious up nosy nose,
As my main means from getting harmed.
Now I find out I'm shooting rose!

How would a Valentines Day be,
Getting a big bouquet of me?