He rested his bones on the Ethan Allen sofa
inhaling the offending plebian effluvia
wondering from where such smells emanated
and thinking the concoction should be eliminated.

So, he rose from his pose quite sedentary
wondering if a grave was open in the cemetery
only to realize that which caused odoriferous distress
was being prepared in the kitchen by his mistress.

He said, “You, my dear, may leave my domicile soon
but your cooking will linger in the living room
and my wife, with palate so fine,
will let me know the jig is up this time.

So, if we wish to continue our affair with ease,
we’ll have to buy and spray plenty of Febreze.”
His mistress now so offended scooped the dish instead
and exiting the door dumped it all on her ex-lover’s head.

He stood with noodles dripping from his head
and as she slammed the door behind
she informed him that her own shapely behind
would never again rest in his Ethan Allen bed.