What's That Smell?

Much to my delight, Skye has been letting me read Shel Silverstein's Where the Sidewalk Ends for her bedtime stories lately instead of her usual princess books. So I guess because my mind was in the quirky poem mode I began thinking of a rhyme the other morning as I was taking the dogs on their usual walk:

Each day I see a lady who holds her nose as she passes
As if I or my dogs were emitting toxic gases
I try to say 'hello' & to offer a friendly salute
But I get no response as if I'd just let go an s.b.v. toot
I'm not sure if she's allergic or if she's just plain rude
I've got two happy pooches plus I'm a friendly dude
I'll admit I've been known to give off an unpleasant smell
Or maybe it's one of the dogs; at times it's hard to tell
But who is this stranger to cover her face as if she has to sneeze?
Maybe those fumes came from her; blown upward by the breeze?
Guess I'll never know why she thinks she needs a hand mask
'Cuz she won't say a word to me whenever i try to ask

* bonus points if you can identify the initials s.b.v.

Isn't it fun that despite the fact that I'll turn 30 in a few weeks that I still get a kick out of fart humor?