Nowhere near the sea,
Do I live right now,
But it smells the same nonetheless,
Low tide allowing the salt marsh to stink,
In the mud if you walked; like quick sand, you’d sink…
A favorite odor of mine since young,
When dad drove us home from Philly,
Of the salt air I could fill my lungs,
Dad used to think me quite silly…
Salty ocean breezes are one thing but the marshy stench of rotted dead fish n crabs is somethin else!
I live across the avenue from Baltos Sewage Treatment Plant which I fondly call "SHIT CITY". The awlful offal can be sniffed inside an air conditioned car while 2 miles away on 695. It is a daily splendiferous malodorous smell to the senses...
Whereupon I say "HONEY... I'M HOME !!!"
By the way... the stinkin bucket one carried out to the outhouse each morning was kindly referred to as the ... "HONEY-POT" !!!
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Salty ocean breezes are one thing but the marshy stench of rotted dead fish n crabs is somethin else!
I live across the avenue from Baltos Sewage Treatment Plant which I fondly call "SHIT CITY". The awlful offal can be sniffed inside an air conditioned car while 2 miles away on 695. It is a daily splendiferous malodorous smell to the senses...
Whereupon I say "HONEY... I'M HOME !!!"
By the way... the stinkin bucket one carried out to the outhouse each morning was kindly referred to as the ... "HONEY-POT" !!!
CUZ CUR ... THE ONE-ETH !!!
Love ya!
Jane
Sandie