Peter Pugh
I once knew an old bloke called Peter
Whose body could smell so much sweeter
He stank of stale wee
B O and coffee
T’was worse when he sat by the heater!
His daughter whose name is Anita
Tried hard to help Peter smell sweeter
He bathes twice a day
She gave him some spray
From Peter there is no foul fetor!
04~09~17
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