My Teenage Brother

My brother used to smell of sweat

(He never, ever washed, I bet).

He moped around, and all our rooms

Were filled with noxious toxic fumes

So evil that I’m quite surprised

We weren’t quite simply stenchified.

But then that smellster had the nerve

To find a girl and fall in lurve,

And now he’s going out he stinks

Of aftershave and stuff called Lynx.

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