PostPoems Be Artistic. Be Creative. Be Inspired!

I have a friend who has so fine a nose

So sharp, exquisite, he can smell across

The Web to track down suckers right away.

And is determined to hang on and to stay.



His nerve olfactory,  his sense of smell-

Just where he got it from I can not tell;

Perhaps just pigeon hunting on the net

And so it came about that we two met.



He gives directions where I find a site

To go to, stir up  forum folk and write,

Or raise a ruckus,- challenging some jerk

Who’d failed to adequately praise his work.



I tell my friend that I am ill at ease

To do it,-would he kindly keep his peace;

Ignore the failure and the disregard

Of jerks that overlook his work of art.



“Take comfort in the precious souls that read-

For reading means that priceless souls will feed,-

So be contented friend and take a rest,

Remember that immortal souls ingest!”.



My friend collected comments eighty-four

For just one article, but he wants  more.

He rules my Inbox, throws me off my trek,

I feel an Albatross around my neck







To click “delete” alas!  it will not serve

For all too keen is his  “olfactory nerve” .

Woosh, woosh, more mail keeps rushing in-

Against obtrusiveness a sucker can not win;.



I feel stressed out and am  a little sad,

I am tired and I want to go to bed;

And yet I owe my friend,- I gained  some good,

I learned through  him a new beatitude:

“Blessed the humble, merciful and meek

Whose modest bays do not of mug-games reek.

by Elizabeth Dandy