Carlos and His Feet

Carlos walks, his steps so bold, But from his feet, a smell unfolds. A stench so strong, it fills the air, A rotten scent that’s everywhere. In every room, it finds its way, No matter where he goes that day. The air grows thick, the walls turn gray, As Carlos walks, the smell will stay. It lingers near, it follows fast, A foul perfume that will not pass. Even rooms he does not tread, Feel the stench, it’s overhead. A smell so bad, it can’t be hid, It’s like a storm that won’t be rid. Carlos' feet, a deadly force, Sending odors down their course. Oh, Carlos, please, a simple plea— Wash your feet and set us free! For every room that you walk through, Leaves us trapped with scent anew.