A RETURN GODAWFUL POEM

No offense you men
However you can sin
A way like no other
Just ask your mother
 
Do you sleep by the foul smell
Of your socks that are not well
Leave them in a pile a week
While your nostrils at night seek
 
The stench of crusty cotton
An odor oh so rotten
That's what my sons used to do
And other guys will do it too
 
Move them to the basement
For the nose effacement
Drifting into the room where living
Is not the place to be giving
 
Off the scent
That has been spent
Playing sports all day
While by your bed you let them lay
 
Get a wife to wash them
Or a mom if you're a young him
Sleeping with dirty socks by your bed
Certainly will turn a woman's head
 
To off off off
While the cough cough cough
That your smelly socks bring
Leaves you a hobo instead of King
 
Remember this little ditty
About stiff hose which are not pretty
Get a plastic sack to put them in
Because the smell is a Godawful sin.
 
 
12/10/2008 2330 cj
 



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