Often Percolate
Whose clothes these are, I think I know,
The smell is quite distinctive
mustier cuffs I've never seen
Thy garments truly stinketh!
Don't wash them, if you want my love
Your B.O. drives me crazy
And when, My Love, I do the same,
It's not just coz I'm lazy
And when you find my peanut shells
Lodged within my bra cup
It's not because my socks are full
Just watch which tree you bark up!
Contributors: | tonedeaf, Nym, jc, asdf. |
Poem finished: | 22nd July 2003. |