Winston GoodenHusbands

Rookie - 188 Points (07 February 1963 / Trowbridge Wiltshire UK)

Smelly Train - Poem by Winston GoodenHusbands

A train guards nose picks up many smells.
How many do you suppose...? Read on and I'll tell.
Early in the morning it is the aerosol spray.
Some wash with the can, avoiding delay.
Following quite soon is the smell of perfume.
Detecting the fragrance can take till noon.
Then the pain of eggs eaten on the train.
Travellers who do so, should simply refrain.
Next there's the smell that's simply the best,
I must mean, 'LUNCHTIME...! ' How did you guess...?
The aroma of hot meat pie and fresh ripe fruit,
Filled sarnies on rye, aromatic Italian prosciutto.
And after all has been eaten, the booze is due,
Along with the smelly burp, and a rush to the loo.
The methane released can be quite vile,
As it fills not only the carriage but also the aisles.
And the late night trip has that whiff in the air,
Of vomit. Spew and sick that drives you to despair.
Finally..., at times, the trains simply do pen and ink.
But don't take my word...! What do you think?

Topic(s) of this poem: train, trains

Form: Prose Poem

Poet's Notes about The Poem

A poem asking whether trains smell or not. As a frequent traveller I do get put off by the unpleasantness of a train journey due to a variety of different odours.

Comments about Smelly Train by Winston GoodenHusbands

  • (10/2/2015 9:09:00 AM)

    I don't know about the smell in the trains but your poem is a treat to read.
    Thank you for sharing.
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Poem Submitted: Tuesday, September 22, 2015

Poem Edited: Tuesday, September 22, 2015

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