What A Load of Nonsense!

At breakfast time my seeded toast

smelled just like watercress

while the coffee reeked of jellybeans

recovered from Loch Ness

My pillow smelled like butane gas

my curtains stank of socks

and when I sniffed the kitchen sink

memories of Grimsby Docks came flooding back

like Indian ink on manicured grass

My lunch whiffed philosophical

suspicious of my choices

the laundry smelled of stifled whim

uttered by voices of the seraphim

from writings theosophical

By mid afternoon the house was fragrant

with completely random things

a cricket bat from old Lahore

a taxidermied mouse

caught mid explore

doing things remiss with a vagrant

So now my nose suffers acute disjoint

as clearly something's wrong

there's disconnect 'twixt mind and snout

a disconcerting nonsense flows out

and scales the inspiration point

But one man's fragrance is another's odd whiff

so we do what we can, if time allows,

to entrance the reader with oddness so fine                             

                                 it  batters the senses into feelings sublime