Feet With Febreze

Whoever thought that a poem could be Composed about the odor of dirty feet Be here goes one so hold your nose Be sure to keep on your pantyhose Invited to a party celebration Many came but all from one nation Gathered in and gathered round One little boy close by my crown Pulled off his shoes But his socks we're blue He began to sniff his feet Like they were very neat Then he began to sniff his shoes Seemed they smelled as good as stew He sniffed and smelled With his face fully meld Seemingly to enjoy the scent And having his parents consent Deeply inhaling both his feet It seemed he would sit a week Finally his dad felt discipline was needed And spoke softly words that pleaded Son put back on your shoes And not only of your choosing But dad I love the way they smell Everyone around quelled Feeling the tension around me rising Needed some saying a tiding I'll bet his mother used Febreze To keep the odor from his feet Now don't you think that's neat To keep the odor from his feet