Scent by Numbers
At mile marker 98
just past Route 42
I like to put the windows down
and let fresh air blow through
First I pass the rows of corn tall and green like trees Their smell, though nice, sticks in my teeth so I give them a “3”
Next up is the berry patch a sweet and fragrant heaven But too much sugar rots my nose still they get a “7”
Finally the onion fields come up around the bend Their pungent, piercing, bold bouquet earns them a perfect “10”
I breathe in deep and scrunch my nose just like Robert DeNiro Until I pass the cattle ranch — with its stinky, bagel “Zero”
First I pass the rows of corn tall and green like trees Their smell, though nice, sticks in my teeth so I give them a “3”
Next up is the berry patch a sweet and fragrant heaven But too much sugar rots my nose still they get a “7”
Finally the onion fields come up around the bend Their pungent, piercing, bold bouquet earns them a perfect “10”
I breathe in deep and scrunch my nose just like Robert DeNiro Until I pass the cattle ranch — with its stinky, bagel “Zero”
