Parody of "Smells" by Christopher Morley
The Awful Smells to Me by Jessica Sayer
 

Why is it that poets tell
So little of the awful smells?
These smells I hate so well

The smell of worms freshly ground
Or a rich foot fungus crowned
Or eggs fried burnt browned

The black odour of an old pipe
The smeel of socks, newly ripe
And printers stink on leaden type

The wet wood in September
The reeking of bad breath, Remember
Or green liver over the smokey embers

The foul smell times three
Of a rotting Christmas tree
These are awful smells to me

Oh, now don't you see?



Submitted February 4, 2000