Fluffy, dark, and brooding skunk,

What has put you in a funk?

Every place that you may be:

Pariah! You always seem to me.

Although stripes are cool, and you've got one,

Almost all agree that it is never fun

To have caught our first uncertain whiff,

Or felt your wrath and fury, when surprise has left you miffed.

And then you simply lumber away, so smug and proud,

Leaving us gasping for breath within your acrid, choking cloud.