.5. Smelly Thing Poem by David Threadgold

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
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