Category Archives: Body Odors


Tich Ennis

5th June, 2018

As soon as they can talk they start telling you what to do, do you?

They also learn to walk, is that all they ever learn?

They and you must earn.

Are you good with children or do you like children to be good with you, who knows what to do.

Should they be seen and not heard, noisy squealers, I can’t hear a word.

How do you like children, boiled or fried?

Born every year in an unceasing tide.

They go through the gamut of emotions in a day, an hour.

I was a child, I am a wilted flower.

Must I say everything about children in one poem, they have their charm in small doses.

Your life is not your own with them, I’ll take halitosis.

Tich Ennis

5th June, 2018



Being Holy

I can’t be holy all the time, I am made of mud and slime.

Apologies, God, for this rhyme.

See you sometime.

Tich Ennis

28th April, 2018

Anonymous Letter

I am who you don’t know but I know you.

I saw you through the keyhole too.

Be not afraid, I shall not spill the beans.

Do it yourself by all means.

Headlines in the paper inches high.

People will know your name before you die.

In the meantime carry on.

I’m watching you, I’m here, I’m gone.

Tich Ennis

27th December, 2017

Oh Human Race

I gave you a chance, you spat in my face.

You are a disgrace.

You had a chance, you blew it.

Look at me, there’s nothing to it.

I’ll have a word with your superior, you are irredeemably inferior.

Rich and poor alike, get on your bike!

I cannot depend on you, human zoo.

You may say, pot calling kettle black.

Don’t answer back.

Ignore me at your peril, Gerald Durrell.

Cyril and Beryl.

I’m glad I’ve got that off my chest.

I do my best.

You are my test.

I’ll change my vest.

You write the rest.

Tich Ennis

22nd December, 2017

Deathbed Scene

I got up off my deathbed for a last fling.

I’m wearing my pyjama top, I haven’t changed a thing.

Okay, I stole the first line from Rolling Stone.

I mean the magazine, leave me alone.

My shoes are more or less falling apart.

Still serviceable, don’t break my heart.

I wear clothes until every molecule wears out.

There is a smell when I’m about.

All my life I wanted to be a dirty old man.

I have achieved God’s plan.

Don’t cross until you see the green man flashing.

As a young man I was dashing.

Warning to young men, girls turn out like their mother.

I should know, I watched them grow, here comes another.

A couple fell in love and married in an old folks home.

Perhaps they spent their honeymoon in Rome.

Did they make it home?

How would you like to be buried beside me, asked Jimmy O’Dea.

He said that, not me.

Sentimentality is not my cup of tea.

Jimmy O’Dea was a comedian, must I teach you history?

Sometimes blue, like me not you, I dispel mystery.

Some people seem thick as a brick or plank.

Taking offence easily to be frank.

Hell, they are no friends of mine, get lost, drop dead.

I have said what I have said.

Tich Ennis

18th December, 2017


I don’t need to shave because I grew a beard.

The truth is most feared.

I do need to wash my face to be in a state of grace.

Sometimes I wash my hands.

I listen to rock’n’roll bands.

Or did in times gone past, the future is catching up with me fast.

Its pointless complaining that I have to cut my nails, my patience fails.

I do get out of bed, well said.

I am alive until I’m dead.

I enjoy life more or less.

God bless.

Tich Ennis

16th October, 2017