Stunk,
Like a three day skunk of roadkill
Or a foul foot's moldy heel
Floating freely, drifting heavy
It can make your nose hairs squeal
Like the steaming coils of Great Danes
Or that spoiled limburger cheese
Ten trash trucks on days in August
Never laundered bvd's
Like a used and rotting tampon
in a box beneath a bed
Like the phlegm that breaks a cold up
Green and yellow in your head
Putrid pungencies unkind
Are Her Windspills From Behind

Like old eggs too long forgotten
That can make you cut and run
Hot July's along Lake Erie
Feline urine in the sun
Like the beef you canned last summer
But just somehow, didn't seal
Like the underarms of Otis
It's a smell that you can feel
Like an animal cadaver
One your dogs dragged in today
Like the missing April pork chop
That you finally find in May
Odors rendering you blind
Are Her Windspills From Behind

Like the backed up gas from sewers
And sheep feces when they're shorn
Like the gay man's halitosis
On an orgy followed morn..
Like a wisp of wino vomit
Out of alleys you have passed
You set new breath holding records
'Cause your next, could be your last
Like the chair your fat aunt sat in
With her perspiration pounds
Like a crevice opened earthquake
On the cemetery grounds
As you stroll beside the seashore
Plain to see how bad it's been
Shells of ocean clams are closing
And the tide stops coming in..

Like a three day skunk of roadkill
Or a foul foot's moldy heel
Floating freely, drifting heavy
It can make your nose hairs squeal
Putrid purgencies unkind
Are Her Windspills From Behind..