Short Foul Smelling Poems

"GREAT!" is Don's favorite word
It's chocolate for those who've not heard   
His language so hollow 
Is too much to swallow    
Since it's just a foul smelling turd

Author's note: It's going to be really, really great, etc.  Are people really THAT stupid?...

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The fly lurks around putrid matter,
and delights in savouring human waste.
The distasteful things we love to hate
satisfy his insatiable taste
for foul smelling things that are better
cast in the bin from our very sight.
He does not savour anything right,
he comes to dine without our request
for he is the most unpleasant guest
to find at the table whilst we feast....

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She boards her broom
Going for a trip in the sky
Traveling over the moon

She looks for her potion
An evil concoction

To spray in the heavens
With the foul smelling devils brew
A terrible elixir

A toxic mixture
That will feed the demons
Within the dark ground

The skeletons will so soon rise
And start to walk the Earth

That’s just the start
Of the Halloween sequence
Compliments of the witch

Russell Sivey...

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AUGUSTO 

A warm wind blows walking to the park
Augusto flecks a butt muscle then farts

Those down wind gasp in sheer disgust
Now walk ahead of Augusto in mistrust

A notice is sent to his missus in despair
To many eggs, his mates need fresh air

With a change of diet Augusto is sorted
As his foul smelling wind then thwarted

Now Augusto's discretions reek of roses 
So far more better on every ones noses

Indiana Shaw . . . ; )...

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Spider love.
Smashing himself into the inner crook of my foul-smelling underarm.
The right one. Not the bad one.
Smelling my flesh. Sniffing around me.
licking me.
Smitten, eager for the dance of togetherness to rear its ugly head.
I gently extract him, and lavish him with a lover’s kiss.
He bites my lip. Hard!
A challenge.
We begin our mating dance.


Contra Love				Written 9-24-2018
                             Poetry Contest: Contra            Sponsor: Jesse Rowe...

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