Once upon a time
there was a meeting of
all the animals
in the forest.
They met, happily,
under the giant oaks
for shade and
protection
and comfort
and,
above all,
because
it seemed to be
the right thing to do.
You know,
oakey dokey.
One of the creatures,
an older one,
with long fur,
and pretentious lips,
and very long horns,
suddenly stood up,
stretched, nodded
and let out
the loudest,
most disgusting
FART.
Now, mind you,
even the most
vile, malodorous
cloud of viciousness
will dissipate
rather rapidly
in the open air.
It's called
airing out.
So, no harm done.
Right?
Yet, when the same
creature,
the older one,
with long fur
and pretentious lips
and very long horns,
came back
at the next meeting
she wasn't welcome
at all.
By anyone.
At all.
But she also
had,
being older,
very bad ears.
So she was
the last one
to get the hint.
And she,
being older,
with long fur,
and having
bad ears,
and pretentious lips,
and very long horns,
also was suffering,
or perhaps enjoying
a poor sense
of smell.
So she never knew
about the rotten
and smelly
interior.
But it was
another shortcoming
and they all
knew it
and they all
told her.
And finally,
the penny dropped,
right before
her next
FART.
Thanks A................................................ H
Herbert perhaps the little dark haired englishman gave you a one was, because he thought he might have been the smell you were referring to in the poem such is life if he didn't like the poem, dont give it any points, ask him is he going to do another self portrait poem, i like those Warm regards allan
To be honest old Herbascious i havent voted for this at all, i like the fact that you have set it out in an interesting manor, but i dont know about the underlining metaphore. write one of your regular poems like this, and there could be hope yet a young one
I seem to have lost the address to the Herbascious (sic) Manor (sic) . You really were at the scene of the crime, not the first time even, but perhaps it was a dear friend of yours. In any case it does take tremendous courage to mark a 1.
The allegoric symbolism of this poem is stunning. I hope the (woman?) poet reads it...
Actually Allan, do you think I ought to reveal that the smell is coming from the Panhandle where the Longhorns roam? So that our northern plants don't suffer from shock. What do you think? H
Well, you do inspire passion Herbert, I gotta give you that! ! AND, I loved this, metaphor, symbolism or just about a Fart, no matter, It was great. Keep it up.10+
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
Well thanks Graham, for the vote of confidence. Is it because you are struggling to become a poet and have your doubts? Or perhaps just boredom in merry cold England. Well, a 1 is better than a O