Written with love for Trudy
Certain things despised by me without a doubt:
foulest elevator farts that no one wants to own,
tasting garlic from their gas, I gag and shout,
"Farty creep, I think you're rotten to the bone."
Very much detest commodes that overflow,
more than that I loathe the floating feces, though.
Really hate to step in stinking piles of poo,
squelching shoes or boots becoming pungent too.
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