28 June 2006

That Flaming Flower!

That stinky flower with untold power,
Has splattered me in its guff,
I ponk of socks, old rusty locks -
A dash of lemon puff.

No-one’s come near, my smell’s too queer
My friends don’t say hello.
That flaming flower, I need to shower,
It’s really not B O…

…honest!