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Smaltz loved limburger cheese with passion
A fact that turned co-workers’ noses ashen.
The stench made ill all near his breath
Notes on his locker hinted at death.
Smaltz now finds cheddar fragrantly in fashion.
funny, life, pollution, technology,
I am sitting inside my smart TV set
with my wireless remote control
and I can’t seem to get my wireless remote control
to work for me
can someone out there
please keep on changing the channels for me
to something else
baby, brother, funny, pollution,
like a snail and leaves a trail.
My baby brother.
animal, environment, humorous, nature, pollution,
It is hard to foul air
in a sleeping bear's lair.
body, food, giggle, innocence, pollution, rude, senses,
Oh my, I'm suffering from wind
I just wish my body would rescind
For my quilt I do probe
It's on top of my wardrobe
Out of reach and totally pinned
Inspired by Jan Allison's Poem 'The Real Gods of Wind'
Robert L. Hinshaw
I suppose that I should apologize
Cutting her off in traffic was unwise
With finger she saluted
Air with vile words polluted
She clearly intended me to chastise
Robert L. Hinshaw, CMSgt, USAF, Retired
© All Rights Reserved
Placed No. 2 in BG Gorelick's "Apology Accepted" Contest - December 2010
crazy, funny, giggle, humorous, parody, pollution, simile,
Shall I compare you to a stinky fart?
Your stench is more profound and daunting
Clean wind could blow such clouds apart
Yet your trauma remains thus haunting
Perhaps a skunk's defense could seem perfume
Amongst it's kind like a warrior's pride
A bloated corpse could seem ideal to consume
Scavengers enjoy those long after they've died
But your putrid odor has no possible praise
Nor would anyone happily greet you
You seem forever cursed to live out your days
Sickening everyone that would meet you
So long as I use my nose to breathe and my eyes to see
I hope you live your life far away from me
dog, funny, good morning, morning, muse, pollution,
Wisping kitchen sunlight
through dust and wood smoke.
Golden hairs from her body
from a shake as she woke.
Rising up gently
slowly down as they float.
And brushing my oatmeal
with a fresh yellow coat.
Robert L. Hinshaw
Pardon me sir, but did you not just break wind?
Pardon me sir, but don't you feel a bit chagrined?
Pardon me sir, but I deem your faux pas mighty gross!
Pardon me sir, but you've left me feeling a bit morose!
Pardon me sir, but on this bus we don't enjoy your sop!
Pardon me sir, may I suggest you de-bus at the next stop!
Robert L. Hinshaw, CMSgt, USAF, Retired
(c) All Rights Reserved
Entry for Poetess Darkly's "Pardon Me, Did You Just..." Contest
fun, funny, girl, hate, pollution,
I was trying to tell you something
For a long time
The word that will bore you
Maybe you got mad at me
Your true and innocent heart stops me
The word is bothering me
I can not sleep
Today I must say this
Please! do not mind
I am saying this from my core feelings
Today it is very cold!
Do not go outside!
car, corruption, humorous, pollution,
We had been bribing good,
as long as we could
under the sun
Rich and poor alike we treated,
didn't care who we cheated
We were robbing under the hood,
cause the money was so good
Norms we dared flout,
when we had the clout
Alas, now we are caught,
what to say we know not
For no amount of spin,
can cover our sin
Please don't wish us dead,
just because we gave back some lead
Who we are, you may have guessed by now
for those not in the know
allusion, funny, hilarious, metaphor, surreal,
To solve the evil of pollution
just eating less is a solution
stone poop of indian
is real serious question
not doing every day is action
Read in daily newspapers
art, family, humor, life, political, pollution,
Politics can be
Art can be
Family can be
Life can be
on the endangered list
humorous, political, pollution, science,
Climate churning, quite concerning.
We go right on oil-burning,
Science spurning, undiscerning,
Old-time habits not unlearning,
Profits earning, blindly yearning
For our carefree youth's returning.
.....Little hope for tables turning.....
(Written February 1, 2019, for Maureen McGreavy's Pithy Pants 2 contest.)
nick armbrister jimmy boom semtex
art, beautiful, beauty, dog, humor, inspiration, pollution,
Brown turd in the sun. Just like the bloody song. Brown turd by the wall. The dog's done a big crap over there. Ready for the unwary. Look at the brown dog turd. It steams in the sun. Freshly laid. Almost a work of art. Don't step in it. You'll really smell bad!
betrayal, bullying, goodbye, humorous, political, pollution, satire,
Was a really grouchy grump
Who would sit upon his rump
Like a couch-potato chump
Like a Groper poised to jump
Anything that he could hump
With a tiny little stump
He would huff and puff and pump
Till he found the City Dump
And became another lump
To be flushed straight down the sump
With a thumpety-thumpety thump
(One may NEVER dump a Trump
With a bumpety-bumpety bump)!
body, destiny, earth, environment, growth, humorous, pollution, science,
he cannot slow the pace
of population race
he must build more and more
consuming stuff galore
man surely is clever
but now he goes too far
look at so-called progress
and see but selfishness
no wisdom do we find
within his puerile mind
among all living things
his poison spreads and stings
the answer is quite clear
his genes we engineer
to take him down to size
and bring a compromise
so he will consume less
and thus reduce his mess
then generations on
this problem will be gone
for when his body mass
is hundred grams or less
his predators will come
Olabosoye Wemimo Olaoluwa
art, betrayal, hilarious, pollution, silly, vanity, violence,
Wickedness can be use for rapists
But what will one attach to plagiarists?
animal, environment, humor, irony, love, nature, pollution,
A flurry grays the April air
as clouds of speckles swirl and mate,
euphoric, blazing, unaware
of windshields on the interstate
hurtling through their fevered storm.
These whirlwind-wings pursuing their fate,
in red and black above the warm
blacktop, link up and live three days.
Tripping on truck exhaust, they swarm,
convinced it’s flora which decays.
They catch the fumes, sweet as the spice
of rot, home in on motorways
and, as they’re turned to mush, think, “Nice!—
manure, grass clippings—paradise!”