Poor Hygiene Picked From Eugene

A shiny forest of an armpit By Ninety-Five percent a cesspit; A quick verifying touch of this By Ridiculed Christopher Elvis Also brandishing a moist pelvis, For long months now excused by Doris His Understanding, Hopeful Girlfriend But clearly seeking its abrupt end. Anew, Elvis investigative finger Goes for The Sticky Feeling that would linger, His Poor Hygiene Principal Bell Ringer And Change-for-the-Better Soft Singer; To his Dad something he should be killed for, As he keeps wondering what he’s waiting for, Already by him pronounced A Serious Matter And on Offending Elvis’ Head a metallic clatter … His show of disgust had to be perfected Because Elvis has a wisdom rejected “All the stops pulling out to pick poor hygiene From his interactions with Useless Eugene!”