scribbler
Aug 16, 2017

WHIFF

I suddenly take two long steps
to get down wind from me
and check on how bad I might smell.
How bad could it be?

I was almost soaked in sweat
on this hot late August day
so it likely was an even bet
my pits might chase blow flies away.

Then with a cautious sniff or two
to see how bad I might have stunk
the light wind brought the news to me:
that I could run off any skunk.

Well, it hardly came as a surprise
'cause with the calendar and math
I saw that it was past mid month
and time for me to take a bath.

About This Poem

Last Few Words: Hopefully the stench hasn't transferred to my scribbling

Style/Type: Structured: Western

Review Request Intensity: I want the raw truth, feel free to knock me on my back

Editing Stage: Editing - rough draft

About the Author

Region, Country: South Carolina, United States, USA

Favorite Poets: Frost

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S

I'm pleased the humor came through lol. Unfortunately I have known people who apparently have the same hygein habits as the guy in the poem. I even worked with one on a research farm one summer. Whenever somebody ran across a wasp nest they's call over to this guy. He'd rub his hand under his arm then reach up bare handed and crush the nest....and never get stung. Now That's powerful BO lol.....stan Hmmm.......this might be worthy of its own poem