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Hello folks. I am sure at least 1 of you is awaiting he next part of my series about our move, but you will be waiting until tomorrow. I have decided that I am going to try and stick to my previous posting schedule. That means, Monday’s off, Tuesday- Poetry, Wednesday-Thursday and Friday will be miscellaneous and Saturday will return to fiction. If you noticed, Friday will only be SAHD here and there, I am working on a dedicated SAHD site. Stay tuned for details.
So, in keeping with that and trying to fight another migraine, I give you a short poem that is incredibly silly.
It was inspired by the Hitchhiker’s Guide to the Galaxy by Douglas Adams, (see pic over there) if you haven’t read it you are missing out. Go find it on Amazon and use my affiliate link. Anyway early on in the book the heros encounter the Vogons. Nasty creatures with the worst poetry in the universe. The first poem in the book starts with “Oh Freddled Gruntbuggly…” and goes on from there.
Mine is not that bad, but, like I said, silly. So, sit back, don’t panic, and enjoy “Ode to an Armpit”
Ode to an Armpit
By Justin Matthews
Armpit, oh armpit how foul thy smell.
Armpit, oh armpit, how I don’t feel so well.
Armpit, oh armpit thy stench nauseates.
Armpit, oh armpit an empty room the stench makes.
Greenish gases come from your pores,
Lingering olfactory nastiness that everyone abhors.
Armpit! I implore thee! Deodorant does’t thou need!
A simple exercise in hygiene, the directions so easy, cannot your owner read?
Thy foulness, thy reek, thy green putty lumps,
Take heed of my warnings for I am not the only grump!
Like I said, silly. But I like it. I hope you did too.
Have a great Tuesday.
-Justin
