What's That Smell I Smell
What lengths we go and cash we spend
On soap and scent and balm.
Our mornings rife with toil and scrub
As taught to us by mom.
We mustn’t stray from hygiene’s aim
Spit toothpaste in the sink.
Throw on your coat and head to work
Here’s hoping we don’t stink!
Copyright © John Curtis | Year Posted 2013
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