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When Smells Inspire Poets- Sandra's Lunch

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 !






Comments

  1. Thanks for the giggle, Alan. I too dislike smelly lunches - unless they're mine of course!

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  2. Confession time - I'm definitely a smelly lunch bringer - curried eggs and sardines sound delish! ;)

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  3. I'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!

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