Weird Smells Poem by Lee Fones

standing alone at the bar
except for man who electric guitar
i indulged saying OK ya
then i departed, in my Posh car

was a quarter too three i got text
i was snoring a Google perplex
then i dream't of lady at fed-ex
then i dream't of me ex

well overwhelmed at the smells
tomorrow cockles and shells
thinking of great aunt'y Nell
whose smells were evil as hell

so although inconclusive
this rhyme is sheer exclusive
some may find this repulsive
but evidence shows compulsive