The Predictable Incident of the Skunk in the Night-Time

While riding from the train last night
A skunk did I espy.
But far too late did I see him
To stop or 'void his eye.

So he turned 'round quite fast in place
And up his tail did raise --
A sight I hope to never see
In my remaining days.

I put on speed as best I could
I could not stop or swerve
In time to miss impending doom
While coming 'round the curve.

I thought he missed! I kept my pace
Along the avenue.
But when I stopped, a ling'ring smell
Told me his aim was true.

And so I must clean everything
Myself, my bike, my clothes.
I hope that soon I will no more
Offend another's nose.

That way perhaps I'll ride again
Though now with increased dread
And I'll ride slow, to better see
A skunk in flowerbed.