Inventor
Scent
No way dismayed nor even dismal
The fate of the tree now being final
Fresh fields awaited his able mind
Another miracle he would find
The scent of flowers came through his doorway
For a breath of air into the garden he'd foray
What puzzled him was their varied scent
To finding their secret all his efforts now went
How was it that such simple flowers
Could produce in just a few hours
Subtle scents, and perfumes rare
That caught the nose and filled the air
A rose so red he gently smelt
And by the violets slowly knelt
The different perfumes he puzzled over
As like the bee, he smelt the clover
Knew that light was made of colour
Blended perfectly with one another
Perhaps all scents were just the same
Just like a rainbow, yet had no name
To his basement he rushed in glee
He'd find their rainbow, the world would see
With distilling flasks, flaming Bunsen burners
He set about his task in earnest
For many months he boiled and simmered
Till at last in his mind it glimmered
He had the answer to his quest
Would keep it close, to his chest
Ten basic essences he had obtained
Combined in proportions,(Not here explained)
Gave all the scents known to man
Now he would unfold his master plan
"Smelly vision", would be his triumph
Just like Baird, he'd become a giant
The greatest step for advertisers
Increasing the market for appetisers
With essences sealed in spraying cans
Now told the world of his plans
To fit them to a T.V. set
A carrier wave would start the jet
Roast dinner shown, on T.V.'s table
With his invention would be able
To be smelt in all it's glory
Another dimension for advert's story
Some one hundred sets were then fitted
With cans, relays and some switches
The day of testing was now due
At each house fitted, there was a queue
The programme started with pretty flowers
In a hundred homes scent came in showers
Yet everyone must agree
They could now smell as well as see
The items came and went with speed
No one could leave even for a feed
With intro's over came the main event
The greatest test for telly with scent
A title flashed upon the screen
In a hundred homes there wasa scream
Was "All creatures great and small"
And from the cows it started to fall
The heaps grew high and fiercely smoked
No one who smelt it ever joked
From a hundred houses people poured
From a thousand throats anger roared
The smell hung in the air for days
Enveloping the houses in a noxious haze
Poor Professor Benz has less friends
Still no one to call him Lenz.
----- "SMILER"
Reg Miles, regphyllmiles@bigpond.com
LINKS
Biography of Reg Miles, Flight Engineer, No1SoTT Halton/ MUs/ Snowy Owls, 420 Sqdn RCAF, 6 Group Bomber Command, Tholthorpe, Yorkshire / 511 Transport Command, RAF
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