ESCAPING SMELLS.
If there’s a stink that makes me gag
I think it’s from my stoma bag,
and every time I empty it
my home will fill with smells of shit.
It seems there’s little I can do
to mask the smell of putrid poo,
for even special odour spray
will not make these smells go away.
As I relax in my armchair
I’ll steadily become aware
of that dreaded odour from
the bag, that is now a stink-bomb.
It seems to seep up through my clothes
and then it creeps right up my nose.
I know that there’s no time to slouch
for I must then empty my pouch.
So, up I get, and off I trot
to empty out this bag I’ve got.
But when the seals on bags are burst,
this is when the smells are worst.
I think the fall from bag to pan
will tend to be much greater than
it might be from bum to ‘plop’,
which might make the stinking stop.
This means these smells, make no mistake,
will move like hell, and make a break
for their freedom-flight through air
assaulting whoever’s nose is there.
And, I don’t like to take the blame,
as there’s no malice and no aim
for these smells to spread around
and linger-long in the background.
Oh! how I wish that this was not so
and smells from me would simply go.
B. Withers 2019
If there’s a stink that makes me gag
I think it’s from my stoma bag,
and every time I empty it
my home will fill with smells of shit.
It seems there’s little I can do
to mask the smell of putrid poo,
for even special odour spray
will not make these smells go away.
As I relax in my armchair
I’ll steadily become aware
of that dreaded odour from
the bag, that is now a stink-bomb.
It seems to seep up through my clothes
and then it creeps right up my nose.
I know that there’s no time to slouch
for I must then empty my pouch.
So, up I get, and off I trot
to empty out this bag I’ve got.
But when the seals on bags are burst,
this is when the smells are worst.
I think the fall from bag to pan
will tend to be much greater than
it might be from bum to ‘plop’,
which might make the stinking stop.
This means these smells, make no mistake,
will move like hell, and make a break
for their freedom-flight through air
assaulting whoever’s nose is there.
And, I don’t like to take the blame,
as there’s no malice and no aim
for these smells to spread around
and linger-long in the background.
Oh! how I wish that this was not so
and smells from me would simply go.
B. Withers 2019
