Thursday, January 26, 2023

Smelly Spelling

Make note the nose, its width and length. 

It's meant to tell of smells and stinks. 

Mine tells me now how last night lingers, 

stinking up my nose with fingers 

thrust in just the perfect way,

and that is all one needs to say.

The politics of compromise,

when once resolved between one's thighs,

extends unending through the mind. 

At least, that's what I hope you'll find.

When someone says I smell ‘funny’,

 I say funny it is not,

when cannabis costs so much money, 

and people are in need of pot.

To inure oneself of an odor 

might require explaining why.

So, if you’d think I’d quell my stink, 

then with these words I’ll try

to spell my smell, so that you may tell 

whether or not it’s satisfactory

in its depiction of the predilection 

of the relevant olfactory

sense. You see, a poet’s tree

is a forest filled with Gumps, 

where ‘Stupid is as stupid does.’,

and ‘Sentez l’air du temps.’

 means that seeds, planted in deeds, 

eventually will ripen.

So, here’s your chance to take a stance, 

and collect your sinus’ stipend.