Lost sense of smell

It’s sad but true 

I’m telling you 

My sense of smell

Oh what the hell

It’s gone; deceased

Been released 

Been gone a while 

Actually I smile 

Couldn’t smell those nappies

The smelliest ones 

Of my grandchildren 

Maybe it’s a good thing?

Forget that…No

I’d love to smell roses

Bouquets and posies

Wish I could tell if my scent 

Is alright; guess I’ve learnt 

To ask another 

To lend me their ears?

Not their ears but their nose

I’d say “smell this for me” 

Please help me to see…

Help me to taste too

That’s different as well 

Oh what the hell

I have to overcompensate 

More chilli, more spice 

More flavours to splice 

Into meals: into everything 

I have to add this bling 

Oh sometimes it’s too much

That cayenne’s lost its punch 

Too late once it’s added 

Guess my brain is addled

I can blame the aenemia

The hepatitis A too 

To these I say “boo”

Give me back my senses 

Make some recompenses 

But it ok truly it is 

I’m alive; happy not blue