When the expired section of life takes you inside its smelliest abodes, the result is this poem. 

The hotel in Jerusalem where this inspiration took place shall remain anonymous. 

Ode to The Decrepit Hotel That Smells Like Body Odor 

As I walked up many stairs 
And entered the hotel, 
I checked in at reception, 
And was hit with such a smell. 

And in my room the stench increased, 
Like armpit was the air, 
And even on the towels, 
There was body odor there. 

The lobby’s coffee reeked of it, 
The carpets creaked with age, 
It felt quite like a nursing home, 
I wanted to burn sage, 

The bedding smelled like B.O., 
Like a perfume was the smell, 
If eau de B.O. was for sale, 
The source is this hotel. 

And so the moral of this poem, 
I certainly propose, 
Is do not sleep in any place, 
You need to hold your nose. 

-Pamela Storch 

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Background image lovingly created from a crumpled paper napkin.

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