Poetry Month - Day 23: Spunk

Today's word comes from the spunky, Penny Klostermann!  I'm just guessing she's spunky because I've never met her in person, or seen her on video, but I have a feeling she is, based on my written conversations with her and her great sense of humor!  So, here's my Spunk poem - I hope you don't think it stinks!

Spunk

There’s nothing like skunk

to instill you with spunk

To run for the hills -

‘cause that skunky stink kills!

When out on the street

It is so far from sweet

But when it’s on dogs

it’s like living with hogs.

It’s just like the stench

of a World War 1 trench.

The skunky perfume

will pollute the whole room.

It sits on the chairs

and it climbs up the stairs

It clings to your clothes

and it sticks in your nose.

It wafts off your skin

which will make your head spin.

You'll feel a bit sick

‘cause the air is so thick.

So heed my advice.

I will not say it twice!

Avoid getting sprayed

or you may need first aid!

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