Tuesday, October 26, 2010

An Elevated Scents of Smell

I watched the doors slide shut
Just after she slid in
She took up too much room
She really was quite thin.
I said hello to be polite
She didn't like my tone
Haughty like some royalty
She jabbered on the phone.

Suddenly I gasped for air
My throat began to close
She looked with great disdain at me
And then stuck up her nose.
I think she used a bottle full
'Least that's what I'd presume
And by God she's gonna kill me
With whiffs of her perfume.

I'll bet she works at Harrods
And wears a fancy gown
Does makeup on a stool
As people gather 'round.
Or maybe she just lacks
A serious sense of smell
And blithely on her way
She smells us all to hell.

I think, perhaps, a little drop
Or two behind the ear
Is plenty good enough
At anytime of year.
So watch what you put on
That goes for male folks, too
'Cause aftershave and lotions
Can smell like doggy do.

I'd like to ride what's called the lift
And manage to survive
And I don't want to stink and reek
Of Chanel No. 5.
So please have some compassion
Upon your fellow man
Remember just a dab or two
Is what good scents demands.

Copyright © 2006 and 2010 by Jacob Anson.  All rights reserved.


joo said...

Oh,Jacob - it's fantastic!! There are at least some friend of mine who should read it:)

Cezar and Léia said...

hehehehe BRAVO! believe me I really know what "this guy", in this poem is feeling! Poor guy! ;)

tapirgal said...

You're very talented. I enjoyed this a lot. And you drew the artwork???

Small City Scenes said...

Oh too funny and just a bit too true. MB

Marie said...

I am glad I have discovered this blog and this talent of yours :-))) thanks to my friend Giulia. I wish I were more available to visit it more often.

lizziviggi said...

This made me laugh out loud! Very funny... and true. I'm so sensitive to perfumes, most of them make me sick if I'm trapped somewhere with a perfumed person. Glad to see you survived the experience!

Rose said...