Wet Dog, Smelly Carpet-An Ode To London

London smells in the rain and the dry,
When the sun's a blazing and the clouds cry,
A waft of horrid, a whiff of garbage,
Sometimes the sweet flowers and fresh grass,
Creeps into your nostrils and your heart,
Encouraging synesthesia's prickly laugh,
London smells, it smells gravely, it smells hopefully
but not of home, the tenderest smell of all.