Don't stand so close to me Radio
Inspired by the first song I heard on the radio:
Her breath is bad, her armpits reek -
I try to move away.
I open windows, hold my breath -
her awful pong will stay.
Her silent, deadly gas escapes,
I spray the stinky air.
I wish she'd wash and change her clothes,
shampoo her greasy hair.
I truly wonder how she'll cope
some day if she encounters soap!
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