start off baby powder fresh
add a dash of dirt and sweat
cover up hormonal charring
with a spicy splashed sunset
after ample time has passed
mothballs will eat your lunch
mixed in urinated broth
(fragrant Lysol packs a punch)
Prompt inspiration: Poets United Thursday Think Tank (smells)
12 comments:
ouch - this is a mighty stench, but a effective poem
Ah, the life cycle: from talcum powder to Lysol!!
Fun poem, good for you! hugs, pat
How cool - an autobiography of scents!!
Thanks... Hope this odoriferous piece didn't gross you out.
Eewwww! Even i hate the smells of a baby. But once my sister grew up i missed those very smells.
A fine collection of pongs for a true connoisseur to savour>
I love baby smells! But urinated broth? Ewwww! A very scent-ual poem!
I know it's gross. I was thinking from baby to old folks home.
An olfactory delight, no less! LOL
Laurie you really nailed this one....:-)
You packed a punch with this poem :D
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