Friday, July 25, 2014

My Deodorant is Gone Poem

My deodorant is gone...Oh this isn't fair.
What will I do now with my underarms bare?
I know what to do! I won't lift up my arms,
even though I'll be stinkin' I'll distract with my charm.
And when someone wants an innocent hug,
I will just lie and say that "I have a bug."
Who wants to hug someone that could make you sick?
I'm keeping that person from smelling my ick.
But I've learned my lesson I need to prepare.
When it comes to deodorant always have a spare.

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