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Now I don’t know you
And I’m not trying to offend
But you could do with a wash
And some deodorant my friend
I have sit in silence and kept
It in way to long
But the smells off you are just
To funky!... to strong!
We have made remarks
we have dropped you hints
we have went as far
as giving you mints
but to our dismay
you seem to not care
and we had hoped you
wouldn’t take us there
when you walk into the room
our stomachs get upset
and we whisper and murmur
“haven’t washed yet!”
your hair is unwashed
your face is crusty
and your clothes are dirty
and your @$$ is musty
at first I was beating around the bush
and was not trying to offend
but we really would appreciate it
if you wash yo @$$ my friend!!!
If you know someone
Who fits this poem
Tape this to a bar of soap
To them this much you owe them!!!
