In the quiet family home, where
the garden grew so bright,
Lived a girl named Zara,
full of curiosity and might.
No siblings to join her quest,
but her mind was wide and free,
The Gomez house was her
landscape, for exploration glee.
Every corner held a tale, every shadow a clue,
She turned the mundane into
a mission, brave and new.
One day in the bathroom, on
a shelf where dust resided,
She found an ancient bottle,
where secrets were confided.
Crimson glass, a deep red,
like a ruby old and grand,
She reached up to inspect it,
with a clumsy little hand.
"What forgotten scent is this?"
she thought with great delight,
Then her fingers slipped right
off, giving way to tragic plight.
Smash! The crimson bottle fell,
the glass went everywhere,
An ancient pungent cloud,
spread quickly through the air.
Oh, what a persistent scent!
A stench that would not cease!
The bottle’s hidden secret
shattered all the peace.
Windows open wide! Fans
spinning! It was all in vain!
That lingering, awful fragrance
was driving them insane!
Mom and Dad were stressed
out, the air was hard to face,
Zara knew it was her fault,
she'd wreck the family space.
She remembered Grandmother,
with her wisdom clear and plain:
A bad smell is defeated by a clever, fresh domain.
She declared: "I'll be the chemist!
I will find the proper key!"
A self-appointed mission, full of energy.
The kitchen is the laboratory,
the stove is my big tool!
Herbs and spices, oh so many, following no rule.
She tried some pepper,
cloves, and vinegar so sour,
But the crimson bottle’s scent
held on with all its power!
After many crazy mixes,
the solution came in sight,
A golden combination, shining oh so bright!
Lavender, fresh lemon zest, and garden-grown mint,
A natural neutralizing
blend, without a single hint
Of that old and awful perfume;
the bad air disappeared,
The home was fresh and happy,
and the family cheered!
Smash! The crimson bottle fell,
the glass went everywhere,
But the determined young
girl conquered the foul air.
With lavender, lemon, mint,
she showed them how to be,
A broken bottle only means
a chance to grow and see.
And the Gomez house breathed
fresh air, harmony was deep,
The crimson secret is the lesson that you keep!