Skunk's Breath
The man in the elevator's breath smelled like a toot
Or like a stinky sweaty foot that came out of a boot
The lady beside me had broken down and she cried
When she thought that someone inside there had died
When the elevator door opened the people started to shout
So, I rushed and I pushed to be the first to get out
But before I could make my way through the door
I was trampled over and thrown face-down on the floor
The man with bad breath helped me get up to my feet
His breath still smelling like a skunk's breath in heat
I thanked the man kindly, and I thought to be keen
When I slipped in his suit pocket some mouthwash "Listerine"
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