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Skunk Under the Boards

This was created in the Soniva Music app. This is an AI created song. Inspired by a real experience. Lyrics There's a smell in the parlor, a pungent dark cloud Creeping up from the floorboards, speaking volumes aloud Not the pipe of old Angus, nor a forgotten old brew No, this scent has a sharpness, a familiar taboo I've searched high and I've searched low, with a candle and stick But the source of this reek, it is cunning and quick It's a creature of shadow, a midnight marauder A skunk's made its home right beneath my floor border. Oh, the skunk under the boards, what a terrible plight Fills my home with its essence, both day and through night Every breath is a challenge, every door I must seal From the pungent aroma, so terribly real Skunk under the boards, a battle of wills Against nature's own perfume, that constantly spills. I've tried peppermint oil, and citrus so bright Scatter mothballs in shadows, to banish the blight I've sealed every cranny, every gap, every crack But the odor persists, there's no turning back My cat, he's disgusted, my dog gives a whine They prefer the fresh air, from this odious shrine To the creature that lingers, unseen and aloof Making every blessed morning, an absolute proof. Oh, the skunk under the boards, what a terrible plight Fills my home with its essence, both day and through night Every breath is a challenge, every door I must seal From the pungent aroma, so terribly real Skunk under the boards, a battle of wills Against nature's own perfume, that constantly spills. I've heard tales of old magic, of charms and of spells To persuade furry squatters, from their secret-kept wells But I'm no grand wizard, just a man with a nose And a house that now reeks, wherever one goes Perhaps time will defeat it, or hunger will call But for now, it's a standoff, behind my old wall. Oh, the skunk under the boards, what a terrible plight Fills my home with its essence, both day and through night Every breath is a challenge, every door I must seal From the pungent aroma, so terribly real Skunk under the boards, a battle of wills Against nature's own perfume, that constantly spills. And the skunk under the boards, a legend it's grown The most fragrant of tenants, I've ever known.