It's Summer, Put Your Arms Down

A Public Announcement Poem

By Natasja RosePublished 9 months ago • 1 min read

Summer Sun rises, and warm becomes hot

People out and about, a few becomes a lot.

Stifling buses, someone sleeveless reaches high

Everyone in olfactory range glares or lets out a sigh

Sweat is rife in summer, bacteria makes it smell

The Sea does not wash it away, while you ride a swell.

Like sand inside your socks, the smell clings and grows

Raise up your arms and everybody clutches their nose.

Deoderant exists, everyone please use it well

Do not sentence the world to olfactory hell

Put your arms down, and we’ll all get along

Once is a mistake, more than that is just wrong.

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