Sighing, he made his way to work.
Another day with his nose to the grindstone.
'I have a job for you.
Have a look at a bad smell, ' he was told.
'It's not my job.
I don't investigate bad smells, ' he said.
'In any case, I can't SEE bad smells.'
Well, he will put his nose to the grindstone!
Francesca Johnson
http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/a-bad-smell/
