In the lift there's a smell
Of course it’s not me
I look at the others
They look back at me
No-one is speaking
They must smell it too
A man in the corner
Looks under his shoe
An old ladies hanky
Goes up to her nose
A sweet smell of violets
The option she chose
A young mum with pushchair
Diverting their stares
Said it wasn’t her
But nobody cares
The smell had been found
When the man with a trunk
Showed off his new pet
A smelly old skunk
© 2008 David Threadgold
Rambling Riddles & Rhymes
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
P.U! I held my nose on that one and gave you a ten just to get rid of ya! LOL Linda