Smells
Smells Smells are swell, so thinks my little son. He picks flowers on our daily walks With the neighbour and her daughter 'De lish ious!' He tells me, Scenting newly baked cakes Oven fresh. ‘Big, bad smells’ Might be the stench of fresh faeces, Gifts of passing dogs Laid neatly on the nature strip, or the toilet recently vacated or an orange over ripe in a fruit bowl. In kinder he learnt to check Whether he'd wiped clean enough With the ‘finger swipe to nose check’ I won't give more details Than... Sign in to see full entry.