Thank you for sharing Mike 🙂
Previously when things turned sour in my life I’ve always turned to hugging trees – I find such solace in this simple act of communing with nature the only way I know how. Lately however, every place I go be it at work, to pray, within my relationship with my current partner Harry the ‘Bomb Thrower’ Evans and even at the shops people keep telling me I smell something chronic. Frankly, given that I wash at least twice a month (using carbolic mind) I cannot see why I am cursed thus. Perhaps – although I am beginning to harbour doubts in this regard – poetry may offer some salvation. So here I gift you my latest – and possibly my last – poem.
At work my colleagues say I smell
That I chuck up a lot
That my odour is repulsive
And worsens when it’s hot
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