My little dog has rolled in dirt.
‘It is such a delight!”
But I can tell, it’s wombat poo
And she will smell a fright.
‘The stinkier the better!’,
Is her attitude,
But to bring that smell inside
I think is very rude.
in the sweet park
abandoned by
women and men
thinking over
and over that
She shouldn't roll
In poop, onion
and dead small birds
ever again
my Ratcha got
a nice soapy
bath, that washed some
of the stink, dirt
away~massaged
her back and legs
now she wants play
she seems so much
happier now
she plays with toys
was she ashamed
that she did stink
or did the bath
make her anxious
and now she needs
to expend the tense
feeling upon toys
Stinky
No offense you smell very bad
I Can smell you
From a mile away
It makes me want to puke
You wear the same clothes
For 3 days
That is terrible
You hygiene is very bad
You say that you can look
After your self
Bat that is a load of crap
You need to have a shower badly
And change your clothes badly
Don't you have clean clothes to wear?
You must have lots of dirty clothes
Piling up in the humper
You need to wash them
It is important to have clean
Clothes to wear
those naughty creatures
so easily startled
can poof anytime
We went
into the garden
It was late
but we had to do this thing
I made a little hole
planting a shoebox
with Stinky
into a shallow darkness
I knew you were puzzled
you said:
“Do shoeboxes
ever miss their shoes daddy?”
I thought of all the living
I had walked away from
things I had buried much deeper
I replied, “Yes always.”
~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~
Stinky was a hamster.
Sticky Stinky.
Like an old ugly deplumed chicken,
He! Set out few sticky stinky eggs in seven years.
The last one was in the last year.
Sticky stinky, but big.
She was proud of it
Making big noise at noon
Bug bug bug buggagg
People ignored her & her noise
But a professional pool player
Who knows how to shoot bulls & balls
Shot her with his slim cue
Saying: damn chick! Sticky stinky big egg in a year and proud of it!
Written ten years ago.
stepped right in dog poo
don't on my mat or carpet! ~
how did that happen?
Diverticula pits up her colon
Can’t eat much or intestines get swollen
Ma's farts are so stinky
She swears with her pinky
Ain’t gonna stop her from goin’ bowl’n
Ma, gran, and Fran’s bowling tournament
I sat far knowing their predicament
Fran’s blasts were the loudest
Best bowler and proudest
It’s never again and that’s permanent
The lead singer in a rocking roll group
Wanted sex with the sexy- "Betty Boop"
He took a piece of her red dress
So that he could clean up his mess
When he farted, and then sharted some poop
Betty Boop- was now naked and undressed
I don't know why but the singer confessed
But the poop hit the walls
When she saw his small balls
Making love to him, she couldn't digest
skunk stays to herself
until rude interruption
lesson learned quick
There once was a pup named Pete
Fresh off of his Mama’s teet
First day off his lead
He found some skunk weed
Now he smells like butt and feet
no one knows him in the room
except by loss of breath
greeted as unwelcome guest
his stinking scent is death
noses wrinkled in disgust
when sensed this gust of wind
all souls beneath his sickly scent
are far too quickly pinned.
inhaled in gasps of shortened breath
each person feels impending death.
Surprised, all eyes begin to scan
so desperate for a breeze or fan.
Feeling faint they seek escape
from reeking odor, lungs in rape.
A paler pallor faces all.
noses seeking some release.
knees so weak they nearly fall
from lungs too weak to call.
Those outside hear tears and pleas
so open doors for those on knees
finger pointing, whispered tone
but none the smallest fart will own.
Small fart dissipates and leaves
crowd relieved, all sigh.
A slow goodbye that no one grieves
so glad to see the open sky.
No friend the small fart has, he knows.
He comes and goes by wrinkled nose.
All he does so quick offend,
wish to hell he'd swiftly end.
Black fat cat Pepé on his back got white spots
Swinging its tail getting tied up in knots.
Nerves he dances like a girl
Leaps on fence its tail does curl
Tripped into the garbage can where food rots
Darn male skunk keeps sneaking under the fence
To visit my black cat at my expense
Thought I would get between them
In my best jeans, fate condemn
Interrupted their starry vehemence
Koalas called Joeys are marsupials
Was told they sure don't smell like petunias
An Australian lady
Said they smell like feces
Will take her word for it, though dubious
We buried the fat hamster by moonlight.
A shoebox lowered into a shallow trench.
"He won't be coming back
will he Dad?”
This said with eyes and fists tightly shut.
"One day, when you are an old man.
I'll bring him back in my coat pocket;
next time though
no more chocolate for stinky”
Long thoughtful pause:
Okay.
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