My Mother’s Perfume??

I woke up one summer Sunday sunny morning

With a smell which was all over lingering,

The smell was the nectar to my bee

I buzzed to my mother’s room to see,

The door was locked

So, around the door, I hawked

The smell was like a beautiful red rose

It enlightened my nose,

I felt that I was in a bumbling, bamboozling, bulky boutique

I so wanted to get a sneak peek,

I leaned on the door

Then, thump I was on the floor!

I saw my baby brother crying

On the bed, he was lying,

Then my mother said,” He has done it again!”

Oh god! Gracious Amen’

He had dirtied his diaper

And the perfume mom had put;

 Was just a smell wiper!!