Expatriots

I once owned a dog named Kazoo
Who was famous for air that he blew;
He fogged up the house
and his stink killed my louse
of a boyfriend from Kalamazoo.

Kazoo had a friend named Trombone
Who had certain parfums of her own.
Trombone came to play
In our backyard one day;
The whole place was a hazardous zone!

Trombone and Kazoo grew apart
Sniffing newer affairs of the heart;
Trombone moved to France
Kazoo - Sweden, by chance…
Europe doomed to smell faintly of fart.