By J. Brundage

A few stretches
A few bored glances
Like I couldn't tell
Like I didn't care
Nobody was looking
Nobody knew
When I saw
When I smelled
The stench in the cabinet
Pigeons flew
A rabbit hopped
When the doors opened
Revealing to all
Your top hat
Your top half
The rest disappeared
To parts unknown
You stink
But your act
Was not half bad