Poet's Fears!

                             The smell of spring 

Ahrr! Hum! What is that smell in the air?

I smell it! I smell it! I smell it everywhere,

That fresh smell you smell as you step out the door,

No! Not that fresh smell you smell as you hear the sea raw,

Its like something band new . . .

No! Not like that blue car that is Sue’s,

I mean ‘fresh air and new’ mixed together,

Like it’s something to do with the weather,

That smell! That terrible smell,

A smell I smell and my eyes begin to well,

And the my eyes being to itch,

And the runs through my nose that twitch.

That smell! That dam smell,

As the fluid in my nose begins to swell,

Dripping out the other end,

And the tickle in the back of my throat descends.

Its then I . . . sneeze and sneeze, and sneeze some more,

And then cough . . . the coughing begins to raw,

Now the waters running from my eyes,

I sneeze, I sneeze and I can tell you why.

Its spring and everything’s about to sprout,

That’s it! That is that dam smell, I shout!

Nice clean fresh air they all talk about,

Arrh. . . Tooo! Nooooooooo! Its spring! I shout.

    

That’s what that dirty rotten smell I smell,

That nice clean, fresh and new smell, I could smell,

What did I say. . . I only smell it this time year,

That smelly smell ─ that bring my eyes to tears.

The smell of spring!

Debbie Chilton © Copyright 2013