My friend has been talking about this girl at work that’s really stinky on his FaceBook status for three days now. I sent him this poem/song in response:
(I made it up as I typed in like two minutes or less)
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mildew. h1n1 in the hair. Stuff seepin out her ears. what in the world. Mad butter cow. Dumpster diver caniver. Liver left over, rotten 1/2 a leaf clover. BO for sure, a smell like needs to be wiped out, swiped out, tile toe nail grout from by the farm and maybe a bit further out, for that extra stain try shout, crinkle your nose and pout, go toe to toe in this big stink bout, a heavy weight isn’t over weight always unless they smell like dead fish, strong enough to make us donate irish spring to make-a-wish, headin to wal-mart so make a list, pine-sol and tide, some bleach and some right guard, some nose plug for swimmers she makes breathin kind of hard, we’ve all smelled some bad stuff in our days, but this “takes the cake” and blocks the sun shine’s rays, all around her is a haze, recognition of stink is like the 3rd or 4th phase, these days, dead frogs and toads and flooded camodes, dodge the stinkster or hit her with a big ugly stink rod, smoke bombs and shoot-out, get a box a string and a stick and put some food out, catch the stink in the box, stone it with rocks, seal it away with some locks and throw it in the misery.
(AUTHOR: youremebermedontyou?)
A little confusing at first but when you reread it it all clicks! Interesting write, I wonder what his response was 
Poor stinky woman. Interesting style of writing, though difficult to follow at first, you definitely get your message across
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