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The answer is winding in the blow! ©

I swear this is true.
(After overuse of a well known decongestant inhaler, when suffering from a “Man’s Cold”, I have been unable to smell almost anything since 2004..except)

Danny Reynolds
Dalton in Furness, England

Once upon a torrid time, my sense of smell departed.
Aromas, now faint memories, my nose, now broken-hearted.
One saving grace, I can’t detect, when one, nearby has perspired.

Not so much now, but in quite recent times.
my sense of smell was needed.
When off-loading tankers of solvents,
the smell of a leak should be heeded.
(In case a spillage should occur, and emergency breathing gear’s needed.)

One I recall, above them all,
whose pong hit my nostrils much quicker.
The rancid, putrid, burning stench,
of the dreaded Ammonia Liquor.

As the liquid was pumped, into the vessel,
the pressure was squeezed out the top,
down a vent through a curtain of running water,
designed, for the odour, to stop.

Remembering this, the other day,
whilst in a soothing bath I lay,
puzzled was I, upon the sound,
of bubbles rising and bursting round.
(and no spa or Jacuzzi, to be found!)

Oh why, oh why, in the bowels of Hell,
Was I granted the honour of retaining this smell?
No aromas of roses, shall pass up our noses,
We who suffer “anosmia”, have superfluous hoses.
My own gaseous bile, which has oft been berated.
How ironic, my one smell, now appears concentrated.

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