King stench

• Frank Carbone, Grade 7
• Poetry
• 2005

There once was a King in power,
who never, ever had a shower,
he smelt so bad that the chidren screamed,
and his stench never went away it seemed,
He stode around shaking his blobour, and the soilders in the kindom dived for cover,
when they marched to battle the enemies said,
we give up don't hurt us our horses are are nearly dead
The stench knocned them out and made them fall,
and they fell straight down on the floor,
we won,we won! He exclaimed,
and the enemies ran away ashamed,

Now I have something I want to say after thirty long years of scrubbing and washing,
The stench did not fade away.