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Her Putrid Pasties

Her Putrid Pasties

She is her Mother’s daughter but she’s got her Daddy’s feet
with stubby sausage little toes that smell anything but sweet
She wears her crocs without socks trying to keep her tootsies cool
Yet they still stink of stench just like a cesspool
Poor soul has a problem when she meets a man on a date
Coz he gets a whiff of her plates of meat right outside her garden gate
But she gets away with it blaming the manure 
That is spread around the potatoes to make them mature

Eeh even though her feet does smell
she is such a bonny lass
All the lads down the lane
think she is just class
Yet as soon as they get near her
they stop to think
“Crikey Moses what the hell is that horrible stink?”
It is an awful shame she has tried everything in the book
to rid her rotten feet by hook or crook
But alas nothing works
No not anything at all
Her putrid pasties drive everyone up the wall