The Pensive

Passing through the fragrance of the roses and the petrichor I reach the office to sit in midst of the stale cubicles, which is a bore I catch the whiff of a sudden rotten smell and I look around to verify I realise it is the stink of the unwashed socks and in my seat I petrify! I try to turn around and give a filthy look at the person who spoiled the morning But the smell is so strong that I sit there and think of a way to end the mourning! I thought of Phoebe and her smelly cat song and instantly imagined me singing one The lines of which would go like, "Smelly shoes , smelly shoes ,What is he feeding you?" Sitting in the same room along with you both is the biggest feat! Smelly shoes, smelly shoes why are you sticking to those feet? Get rid of them , breathe , relax and just be scot-free! When the smell drifts off , those feet will be happy and happy will be we!! Smelly feet, smelly feet , I hope you utter the truth Should I blame you, the socks or the shoe...