It smells foul.
I try to wipe it
And stain the towel.
Mom's not home.
Dad's out back.
The smell is distracting me
From my snack.
What's down there
Making that stench?
I have to check -
I'll use a wrench.
I grip and twist -
Gunk squirts in the air.
It lands on the counter
And in my hair.
Now the whole kitchen stinks -
Myself included.
I came in for a snack
And end up polluted.
©2011, Bridget Magee