Welcome to Poetry4kids. I’m Kenn Nesbitt.
One of the things that I enjoy most about writing poems is playing with words—especially when a word sounds like something else entirely. Today’s poem is one of those where the idea came from imagining a mix-up… the kind of mix-up that might happen if you were shopping for something high-tech and got something completely unexpected instead. This is…
My Smelly Telephone
My telephone is smelly.
It’s a smelly telephone.
I wish it didn’t stink but
it’s the only one I own.
I thought I bought a smartphone
that was also cellular.
It seems that’s not exactly what
they meant by “smellular.”
And so, I learned the hard way
what I didn’t know before…
They don’t sell normal cellphones
when you’re at the smellphone store.
— Kenn Nesbitt
