Hogwaller Flat by Stephen Washam

While sitting at home I just could not keep still
Remembering my trip to Myopiaville
And thoughts of the sign pointing down to Road D
Kept coming ‘til they got the better of me

My common sense told me that I should stay put
But the next day I set off a traveling on foot
I soon reached the sign pointing down to Road D
And I followed it on wondering what I would see

I stood at the top of a hill looking down
And saw at the bottom a strange little town
As I was wondering just where I was at
I spotted a sign saying Hogwaller Flat

Now after the other strange places I’d been
I wasn’t quite sure about going on in
But since I had walked for an hour plus two
I had to go in to the town, wouldn’t you?

I entered not knowing just what to expect
An awful strange odor I soon did detect
The odor filled up every building and store
It came from each window and every door

Each time that a town person came passing by
The odor got stronger and then I knew why
None of the people in Hogwaller Flat
Had taken a bath, neither this one or that

The women had not run a comb through their hair
It seemed that no soap had been opened up there
Not one of the men had been given a shave
They seemed unaware of the odor they gave

Down every roadway were fat little dogs
But when I looked closer I saw they were hogs
None of the Hogwaller Flatters I met
Had anything else but a pig for a pet

I could not see children, just where could they be?
Then I noticed a small pile of mud next to me
The mud pile attracted a great deal of flies
Then all of a sudden it opened its eyes

I then realized that the mud at my side
Was one of the children with eyes open wide
Then looking about I saw several more piles
Running and playing while wearing big smiles

Everyone stared as I strolled down the street
Not one well groomed person did I ever meet
All Hogwaller Flatters were covered in dirt
From the tips of their shoes to the cuffs of their shirt

The smell was so thick that it hung in the air
It clung over here and it clung over there
All I could do was to duck underneath
And pray that it didn’t get stuck on my teeth

Hogwaller Flat it was quite plain to see
Was surely the stinkiest town on Road D
The odor was so bad that I had a hunch
If I didn’t leave I would soon lose my lunch

So quickly I hurried right out of that place
And made my way home at incredible pace
As fast as I could I ran down my path
I just couldn’t wait to jump into the bath

I never could live there in Hogwaller Flat
Living in garbage and smelling like that
So take it from me kids and keep yourselves clean
Or Hogwaller Flat is where you may be seen

And now that I’m home and my travels are done
I’m finding a much better way to have fun
The trip to that place is the last one for me
I’ve seen everything on Roads A, B, C, D

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Hogwaller Flat
by Stephen Washam
copyright 08-29-2005

Age Rating: 4 to 127

Prose-n-Poetry.com

Hogwaller Flat by Stephen Washam copyright 08-29-2005 Age Rating: 4 to 127

Hogwaller Flat
by Stephen Washam
copyright 08-29-2005

Age Rating: 4 to 127