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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

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