Deadly Feet of Tae Kwon Do

He was in none of my classes In the 1980's And I saw him only on test days Where one had to perform his "kata" And fight in the ring For the Sensai to do his thing At these graduation tests Where we seeked the next higher belt Several schools would meet And it was on one of these occasions, I met a student with the most deadly feet... Wasn't that he kicked well, Or scared us in the ring, It was the putrid odor, That made our noses so sting I doubt he'd washed his feet in decades, The stench was so very strong, Sitting there waiting to fight, I wondered what was going wrong He wasn't even near me, But yet I choked and gagged And when i did get closer, I knew I had the culprit tagged I but merely hoped I didn't have to fight him, Though I knew I could kick his ass, But the thought of those stinking feet near me Would be like being exposed to toxic gas Well, I lucked out His stench used In someone else's bout.. But the memory of that smell Lingers on until this day I don't know if I can explain it, I don't know quite what to say... A power like that, Stronger than martial arts, Done merely with lack of soap... I suppose I could have saved money And joined him as a dope.