Welcome to Cozy Poetry Corner by Debra A Winter (Richter)

“Inka, Binka, What a Disastrous Day”

Inka, binka, striped animal of inka,

You sure do smell bad and stinka.

Pea, porridge podge–

You helped me wreck my father’s Dodge.

Between the accident and you the skunk,

Me myself ended in the trunk.

Oh, Inka, binka now… I’m a stinka,

Thanks for the smell, inka, binka.

Stumbling home I felt like a clown,

Mom fainted twice, Dad yelled “Were you downtown?”

The dog ran off, the cat hissed back,

Grandma pulls out the Febreze and starts to attack.

They scrubbed me down with hose and soap,

I spun around like a dizzy dope.

But no amount of tomato juice or suds,

Could save my skin or fancy duds.

So now I walk with pride and flair—

The Stinka King with wild orange hair.

If trouble comes, I don’t even blink…

One whiff of me, and they say, “You stinka!”.