one playtime
staying in out of the rain
his heart sank
someone sniffed his seat
and said it stank
a ritual followed
in which you had to dare
to whiff the niffy chair
recoiling from the soiling
in jubilant despair
from that day on we called him Smelly
but one day Smelly wasn't there
gone for good and noone knew where
but you could still smell Smelly
if you smelt his chair

 
 
Copyright: John Hegley.