fourth monkey

February 21, 2010 at 9:55 am (Uncategorized) ()

three wise monkeys

seeing no evil

hearing no evil

and speaking no evil,

but how would it be

to smell no evil.

Surely not much of an affliction,

spared  the acrid waste bin

on a warm summer day,

the  dog turd on the pavement,

or the sour lingering odour

of the unwashed masses

in a stationary underground carriage.

But think,

wake up and smell the roses,

the new mown hay,

the fresh baked bread,

and morning coffee

on your lover’s breath

as he kisses

mingled with the warm scent

of tousled sheets.

(thought process: ‘you smell’ counts as a greeting from teenage daughter, so I said, imagine what it would be like to have no smell, that would be a good title for a poem, and then it went off at a tangent a bit.)

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