The Scent Of Success Poem by ivor or ivor.e hogg

I wandered lonely as a cloud.
Perhaps because I had B.O.
I was not welcomed in the crowd.
But no one ever told me so.

Until a friend took me aside
and whispered to me quietly
with distaste he could barely hide.
You trouble is you smell you see.

I thanked him for his honesty
although the truth was hard to bear.
I did not see how this could be
because I bathe myself with care.

I bought a new deodorant
with which to combat my B.O
Now I smell rather elegant.
The ladies think I’m nice to know.

Attracted by my new cologne
each seeks an opportunity.
To try and get me on my own.
My honest friend now envies me.

9-Dec-07