Bert refused to wear a clean shirt,
He said that his old one would do him okay.
He wore it and wore it, and then wore it some more,
Until a girl that he fancied told him he smelt, for sure
Donning a new shirt, Bert asked her to go,
To go on a date with him, with his new shirt,
Answering sharply, she declined his kind offer,
Saying it was he who was smelly, not the old shirt.
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The Crazymad Writer 