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Horror Right Outside the Door

The time I stepped on a slug with my bare foot was bad.
And although it made me hop and curse
what my good friend David did yesterday was worse.
He was taking out the trash
when he felt a bullfrog smash.
Worse than that, he said he felt it ooze…
Dave had gone out wearing socks without any shoes!
(And although it’s been denied,
David’s sister said he cried.)

Posted in Poetry.

By nav – July 28, 2009

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  1. john says

    I think deep down you started out wanting to write this poem about Bromhidrosis also known as osmidrosis which are both malodorous.

    August 18, 2009, 8:26 PM
  2. nav says

    Dude! How did you know that! Are you in my head!!!??? Get out of my head!!!!!!!!!!!!!

    August 19, 2009, 9:07 AM



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