Mr. and Mrs. just bought their first house.
A beautiful suburban sight
complete with rose bushes
one oak tree,
and wood floors.
Weeks after the grand move-in
Mrs. smelt an unusual scent-
that of a rotting animal.
"Mr.! I smell a rat!"
"Where from darling, I smell nothing."
The Mr. replied.
"It's coming from the dining room,
On the far left of the house,
I smelt it while cleaning baseboards yesterday dear."
Mr. went out to explore.
Indeed, on the far left side of their new home
An ungodly scent rose from the foundation,
"I'll call the exterminator dear!"
"Ring, riiingg-a ding-ding!"
the phone on the other line rattled.
"Hello, what can I do you for?"
Answered a grizzly-sounding man.
Mr. calmly recanted;
"It seems something is decaying under
my new home, may you come have a look?"
The exterminator arrived promtly,
went to where Mr. pointed,
removed the planks which cover
the raised foundation.
----
Underneath the dusty planks
withers a being, crusty with age
amongst maggot-filled earth.
"How many suns has it been down there?"
whispers the new house-owner to the exterminator?
"Too many for me to count."
The stink rushed into the crisp autumn air
generously compiling outside it's former home.
The exterminator crawled slightly in
and pulled out a half-decayed human body
whilst coughing through the poignant odor.
Her name they will never know,
her beauty will never again be admired,
her gender only known from the
ash-covered, brown-tinted dress.
She is to be buried in a day's time,
Mr. and Mrs. were the only attendees of the burial
on that sad autumn afternoon,
the day the pitiful smelly pest was exterminated.
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