The Smellephant

A smellephant lives down the lane.
He’s got home cooking on the brain.

He cannot cook. He has four feet,
better for marching down the street.

Besides, he doesn’t know a pan
from the lid of a garbage can.

When his belly starts to rumble,
door-to-door, he’ll sniff and stumble

after potatoes and juicy roast,
or coffee and some eggs on toast.

Hear his trumpet, let him in,
or a trampling might begin;

of gardens, and of outdoor toys.
Don’t hide your food, or make a noise.

Just place it gently out the door,
so the smellephant will not roar.

He’ll gobble it in seconds flat,
then be as docile as a cat.

 

 

Image Credits: Andrew E. Larsen

Jordan Trethewey

Jordan Trethewey grows older, wiser and more ruggedly handsome amidst his busy family in Fredericton, New Brunswick, Canada. He is the author of two books of poetry, Bathroom Stall Stanzas (2012), and Wishing on Satellites (2016); and a book of short fiction, Painfully Awkward (2011). He is working on a poetry 'double album,' a book of children's verse, and trying desperately to finish his novel.

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4 thoughts on “The Smellephant

  • November 25, 2017 at 11:54 am
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    What child with a scrap of imagination couldn’t love this? And you have home-grown critics to use – for free!

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    • November 25, 2017 at 3:57 pm
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      And they’re as brutally honest as my IJMP colleagues.;) Thanks, Jan!

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  • November 27, 2017 at 4:22 am
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    Going to share this with my 4 year old grandson later. Love it. 🙂

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    • November 27, 2017 at 7:23 am
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      I have a book’s worth of ’em, Spangle. Let me know how The Smellephant goes over with your grandson.

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