A Temporary Loss Of Smell
by Southern Comfort
Wednesday, June 25, 2008
Rated "PG13" by the Author.
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There was a SKUNK in my woodpile
When I first saw you I was lost in a Love Maze,
But what I thought was Brad Pitt, turned out to be Gabby Hays.
Blinded by self imposed fantasy,
I convinced myself, you were the one for me!
I was dreamy-eyed and love drunk,
I had just cozied up to a Low-down SKUNK!
I can't understand the attraction, do tell,
I guess I had just lost my sense of smell!
I think of myself as life smart,
But not too bright when it comes to affairs of the heart.
You are a Shallow Hal and a taker,
You are a selfish whiner, a bellyacher!
For the time I wasted on you, I am still kickin my ass,
You are a liar and your lovin was second class.
My sense of smell is now in the pink,
Cause I now can smell you and you really STINK!
For all that read and comment, THANK-YOU
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|Reviewed by Georg Mateos
|Those that insist to sleep with a skunk lover can't blame the emotional deodorant for no working...
|Reviewed by Twisted Words
|Well you certainly have an interesting way of seeing this situation. Sometimes our senses get a little skewed and have to re-balance.|
|Reviewed by Poetess of The Soul Sheila G
|Love the stark nakeness of this cute poem SC!
Hope getting it out HELPS!
Warmest Blessings and Love, Warrior Purple Gypsy Lady Sheeoxooo
P.S. I know I have to earn your trust all over again and I will, it's been so long and their is no rhyme and reason - Just writing and less reading!
|Reviewed by La Belle Rouge Poetess Of The Heart
|Oh my, someone really smelled up the world! Great vent SC.|
|Reviewed by Paul Berube
I love the music and the metaphors my friend. This hits home in a big way. Not because of a similar situation but because I actually have no sense of smell. Now this really STINKS.(lol) I could step on a skunk and never know it. Sorry if you had to go through what your poem says. No one deserves that kind of treatment. Peace, Love and Blessings Always, Paul.
|Reviewed by Karen Palumbo
|Oh boy you surely have such a way with words! Bless your sweet heart.....
Be always safe,
|Reviewed by Karen Lynn Vidra, The Texas Tornado