Sometimes a poet can be inspired by a smell, an aroma. That smell can be sweet and cloying or it can be putrefying and decaying, like stinky shoes. The poet may have a nose attuned to noticing particular smells. Our senses are a wonderful thing to call upon when writing.
This poem is dedicated to all those stinkers who think it's cool to torture our nostrils with their foul smelling fishies in tins. If it smells that bad, surely it doesn't deserve to be eaten.
SANDRA'S
LUNCH
Just
what lurks in Sandra's lunch?
Munch
and crunch!
Munch
and crunch!
Just
what lurks in Sandra's lunch?
Do
you want to know?
I
think I have certain hunch
Just
what lurks in Sandra's lunch
I
think I have a certain hunch
Do
you want to know?
Well,
yesterday was curried egg
Curried
egg
Curried
egg
Yesterday
was curried egg
The
day before salami
The
things you find in Sandra's lunch
Are
enough to drive you barmy!
One
day, her lunch I tell you true
Was
something green and runny too
...
Something green and runny
Now
that isn't very funny!
But
of all the sights and smells that lurk in Sandra's putrid lunch
What
she's brought to school today...
Now,
that really packs a punch
I
can tell
I
can smell
A
smell to make me scream
Guess
what I think I know I smell?
Yes,
- Sandra's got SARDINES !
Thanks for the giggle, Alan. I too dislike smelly lunches - unless they're mine of course!
ReplyDeleteConfession time - I'm definitely a smelly lunch bringer - curried eggs and sardines sound delish! ;)
ReplyDeleteI'll never forget the smell of the classroom after lunchtime... orange peel, peanut butter, apples. The smells can certainly be off-putting if the lunch is not your own!
ReplyDeleteYikes! I thought it might be pesto!
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