Ode to That Smell I Encountered

Dear mouse, it is clear I will never know your name
For you crawled into that dark room, dead and gone before your time.
Clearly you chose this locale, thinking of the misery it would cause,
The location of your corpse, has maintained its secrets.
Festering you were, with bacteria multiplying
Doubling every quarter hour, within your ghastly gut.
That soft popping sound, which I mistook for gas
Was your horrid little corpse, showering throughout the room.
I smelt you at once, upon entering the room
Small spaces with a door, not even shut quite tight.
Waves of nausea, instantly gagging at your great smell
Forced me out, from your unquiet grave.
Before I fainted, from lack of air
I grasped the floral can, emptying it in one long spray.
Dear mouse, this is not about you
For you are an analogy, for my boss's rude dump!!