I wonder will she like my new fragrance

My eau de toilette, oh let’s call it that

On the left hand, Paul Smith, the one I chanced

To buy; on the right, Joop, that I did not

Buy, but it’s strong, just how she likes it. What

A difference a spray makes, that’s what she’d say

If she was pretty witty, and quite hot

When it comes down to old ditties. As May

Becomes June, maybe soon there’ll be a ray

(Of sunshine, not of sting - oh, police!). Once

We kissed, but I’ve been missing her. My hat

Ain’t layin’ at her home. But yesterday

Even our sweat smelled sweet, and both our pants

Combined on floor, in bed, with cigarettes