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[aid] => mick
[title] => The Smell
[time] => 2004-01-21 20:59:52
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[bodytext] => I've waited at this bus stop every morning for some time, It's on a small busy road thats coated with dirt and grime. No-one ever speaks they just sit quietly and wait, looking at their watches, worrying they'll be late. Sitting with the same people, though you could never tell, But it's never been like this morning with such an awful smell! What a pen and ink! exclaims the boy with the blue hat, Then everything changes because everyone starts to chat. Someone's cooking early, says the tall lady with a smile, I'm not so sure of that, says the plump man, it really is quite vile! Surely that smell doesn't really mean dinner to her nose, The man always with the briefcase suddenly gets up and goes! The queue are all complaining and start to gather round where the smell is escaping from, a hole in the ground. Two men come out of the hole both laughing and joking, one squirms and holds his nose, the other pretends he's choking. They cover up the hole and at last we see the bus, And we silently climb aboard with very little fuss. The man with the briefcase runs quickly as we pass, unfortunately for him we're moving way to fast. [comments] => 1 [counter] => 312 [topic] => 7 [informant] => Manda2 [notes] => [ihome] => 0 [alanguage] => english [acomm] => 0 [haspoll] => 0 [pollID] => 0 [score] => 2 [ratings] => 1 [editpoem] => 1 [associated] => [topicname] => HumorPoetry )
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