Smell The Dairy Air Poem by John W. McEwers

Smell The Dairy Air



I saw it on a shirt once and laughed for minutes.
Smell my diary air I told my friends.
They laughed too.
They're like me.
We laugh so easily.
But smell my butt wouldn't tickle us the same.

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John W. McEwers

John W. McEwers

Nova Scotia, Halifax
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