One playtime, staying out of the rain, <br />His heart sank, Someone sniffed his seat, <br />And said it stank, <br />A ritual followed, <br />in which you had to dare, <br />To whiff the niffy chair, <br />Requeling from the squeling, <br />In jubilant despair, <br />From that day on we called him smelly, <br />But one day Smelly wasn't there, <br />Gone for good and noone knew where, <br />But you could still smell smelly, <br />If you smelt his chair.<br /><br />John Hegley<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/smelly/
