I first thought, that the produce was not fresh and going to rot

It seems that when I chopped onions, tears there were not

My partner brought my red roses, and they hadn’t any smell

I blew my tired nose, and used spray and burned like hell

We don’t understand how this happened, crazy it seems

I can’t seem to smell the dinner, and desert of mint creams

I have been poked, and prodded with tubes and a funny tool

They even had me stand on my head, just like in grade school

My kind and loving partner, now has to smell all of my food

Make sure its isn’t to spicy, because that puts me in a mood