My house smells of bin
Much to my chagrin
If my house were an inn
I would not check-in
Because it smells of bin

The unpleasant scent
Now ever-present
Does not make me content
It will not relent
And does not augment
This two-story brick tent
And causes my descent
Into a state of torment

The source of the smell
Is hard to tell
It makes me unwell
It’s a kind of Hell
I want to yell
And yell and yell
And try to expel
Or somehow dispel
This abominable smell

Though I’m not so unhappy
That my home smells so crappy
You may call me sappy
A mawkish chappy
But I am happy
To be a pappy
But being a pappy
Means my house smells like nappy