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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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Posted by on May 13, 2014 in humour, poems


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