There once was a woman named Rose McDocks
Who smelled as sweet as a daisy
But Rose wasn’t fond of the name she had
She wanted to be called Maisy
So she told her friends, “I’m no longer Rose.
From now on I’m Maisy McDocks.”
But then for no logical reason at all
She started to smell like old socks
She showered and scrubbed the whole day through
She shampooed and conditioned her hair
But she still smelled of socks, and she blamed her new name
So she changed it from Maisy to Claire
As Claire her stench was even worse
For although she wore clean clothes
She smelled exactly like the fungus
That grows between athletes’ toes
So she gave up trying to change her name
And sure enough, smelled fresh and sweet
And that’s 'cause a Rose by any other name
Would smell as feet
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