Excellent a poem Worlds : Skunk World 5 by Bill Schott

Unca was eating her lunch as she stepped in the plate, she heard a slight crunch; checking, she noted a shell, "The cook must be barmy! What's this? Bloody 'ell!" Not at all thrilled with the fare she let go a vapor, polluting the air. She called a food inspector to search succotash for ort or vector. Now she simply eats puree, and completes all her dinners, odor free.   Author Notes Image from Google

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