July 5, 2012 by thebardonthehill
The Smelly Philosopher:
“With garlic breath.
B.O. like death,
I stink; therefore, I am.”
© Dennis Lange and thebardonthehill.wordpress.com, 2012.
Posted in Humor, My Poems | Tagged bard on the hill, Dennis Lange, humor, humour < META name = "keywords" content = "The Smelly Philosopher, I think therefore I am" >, poems, poetry | 10 Comments
Excellent – I eat a lot of garlic – I have few friends
You would make an excellent philosopher then. Off by yourself, isolated, and pondering the world’s great mysteries.
gone to far!! Linda
Okay, I nearly rolled out of my chair on this one! Did the same when I read your reply to Dennis O.
I’ve never been around a philosopher but I may have hit upon the very reason they become them.
Do I smell a work of genius???
hahaha..and it gets rid of mosquitos too.
Oh, but the flies!!!!
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