Sighing, he made his way to work. <br />Another day with his nose to the grindstone. <br /> <br />'I have a job for you. <br />Have a look at a bad smell, ' he was told. <br /> <br />'It's not my job. <br />I don't investigate bad smells, ' he said. <br /> <br />'In any case, I can't SEE bad smells.' <br /> <br />Well, he will put his nose to the grindstone!<br /><br />Francesca Johnson<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/a-bad-smell/
