And now a poem from my friend Beebread-Florin:
I smell something funny
Could it be you?
It's rancid and foul
I think it's your shoe.
I give you tanactin
But you turn up your nose
So instead I throw at you
Some soap and a hose.
What created this stink
that's so icky?
I was thinking this
When I noticed your hickey.
Black and blue
all around your neck.
Now leave
I thought you just wanted a peck.
I pulled out my mace
"get away" I said
Then you pulled off your shoe
and at once I was dead.
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