The Skunk - with audio

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The skunk

Came by 
At 4:am

To putrefy

And stupefy
To cause my

Sleeping sky

To fall down

Utterly on me
I couldn't breath,

Because this

Country beast

Had been brought

To my city
And brother,

Oh my L-rd,

Does he smell

Even now,

So very #$%&*^
Being considerate

Of animals and

Feeling so hot
This one wishes

He could prepare

The little Pepe
A breakfast of

Black barreled 
Buckshot
 
Switching sides

Of the house

To re-route our
Sensitive snouts
Did not help
We'd been attacked 
Bushwhacked

And Bombed

By this little whelp
Though unseen and

Black as night,

He makes 
His presence

Felt alright
Oh dear G-d

Take this one 
Away!

Along with

His Offensive

Olfactory 
Quandary    
Drop him 
Along side

The fishes Beneath

The unknowing

Waves of sea
That sleep

Might once again

Wash over me
With
Morning's 
Florid

Fragrant 
Pungency

And help
Us all
Forget this

Buggers spray.