It stampeded our fridge
the elephant garlic
and it simply cannot be contained.
First the plastic wrap failed
Then the rubber seals wailed
while the powerful funk has remained.
We washed down with water
As hot as white plasma
And vinegar (that had its own smell).
Still the garlicy musk
Pierces like a sharp tusk
Would through the old Liberty Bell.
But oh, what will free
Our air from this odor
Of garlic that’s making us sick?
Perhaps the stampede of
An actual elephant, in this case,
Would do just the trick.