When you shake someone’s hand, do you really know where that hand has been?

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Who invented the handshake
Nobody seems to know
It’s always been a form of greeting
That men continue to show
Did you ever consider
Where that hand might have been
When you grabbed it so boldly
And shook it with a big grin
Five minutes before you met him
The bathroom he had to go
He walked right out without washing
After doing his business in that bowl
You’re itching nose you rub with your fingers
A habit you’ve done for many years
Something you noticed was stinking
Which now has brought you to tears
A smell that was all to familar
Caused from wiping one’s backside
Now has been transferred to your nose
That you knew you couldn’t hide
So now when you meet a stranger
Who extends his hand with pride
You salute them now with four fingers
Then return them to your side
Handshake for you is a thing of the past
You’ve learned your lesson well
It’s better to make a few people mad
Than having your hand smell like someone’s tail.
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