Stuff That Cleans

Here’s a truth about which, our noses do sense,
Humans have a smell, that can give offense.

There is an odor that, I humbly will admit,
Quite powerful is, from the human arm pit.

Thus we must wash, to extinguish the fumes,
Use deodorant to smell, like a rose’s blooms.

Deodorant is our friend, keeps us freshly smelling,
So we can coexist, in our common little dwelling,

Tooth brushing removes, a certain foul smell,
Made by the germs, in the mouth do dwell.

Those germs are tiny, use the food we ate,
To create an odor, not at all first rate.

There’s another odor, so strong and invasive,
Whatever is touched, retains the stink pervasive.

It does repel everyone, does everyone appall,
Curls the nose of anyone, be they short or tall.

The smell from feet, thoroughly abused,
Rancid and disturbing, no one is amused.

So scrub and scour, those feet one and two,
Wash between the toes, removing any goo.

Change socks daily, else the smell’s retained,
Stressing your dear family, friendships strained.

We can now see, the reason for those things,
The pastes, the brushes, the other stuff that cleans.

I bow to: lroconnell

My humble response
greg

BO

remember those guys in gym that were always on their seventh day of their five day deodorant ??? Smelly smelly people. You forgot one smell that is often found where we sit. That smelly awful ASS SMELL yes ASS SMELL. Between the checks that were poorly cleaned grows and festers that ASS SMELL. Nothing beats the ASS SMELL in a crowded subway, buss or cab. HAHAHAHAHA thanks for sharing

ron

"It ain't what they call you, it's what you answer to." W.C. Fields

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Ahh the subway...

... crowded at the evening rush hour, everyone eager to go home after a day too long at work. The subway, a cacophony of odors from oil grime, undeodorized underarms, forgotten fetid fecal funk, sour smelly socks worn too may days and breath that hands in the air like cobwebs in an abandoned tenement. So much the better if in winter with coats taking up more than their alloted space forcing passengers to reluctantly sharing an ever smaller space with an ever larger number of malodorous bodies, fitting together like pieces from unmatched puzzles.
Sorry, I was reliving bygone days.
greg

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