Ode To Sweat

Boredom is the father of all creativity... No, wait, that's inspiration. Well, boredom is my inspiration at the moment then. I have nothing to do for once, and so I have elected to compose a little poem, for the first time in my life. Live and learn, right? Anyway, I'm sure most readers ages 3-8 will find it quite to their liking - everyone else, probably not. But that's what's so great about this whole blog-thing, I simply don't have to care what people think! So here, I proudly present to you:

Ode to Sweat

There's nothing like buying an item that's new

Like opening a box of freshly bought shoes

The smell of the leather, the laces and soles

You can't wait to wear them and go for a stroll

But as the time passes, the smell starts to fade

And a stench so foul spreads out from the hallway

The shoes you brought home as the proudest owner

Is now making all your guests want to throw up

My oh my, a nose full of fright

The sweat of your feet has an awful odor

Whenever you're walking and the weather's warm

And you're stuck outside with too many clothes on

It's not just your face that has sweat pouring down

But sadly, your ball sweat it has no way out

You'd pray for a spray or deodorant stick

Cause out of nowhere comes this fly looking chick

You give her a smile, but her face starts to clench

And she's in a hurry to escape your stench

My oh my, it's such a sad sight

The sweat of your balls has your underwear drenched

By now, there's a lesson I hope you have learned

That sweat from your body can make the nose burn

So shower and spray, just with one exception

When sweat from your body is mixed with sexing

The sweat of your balls and your feet is combined

With beautiful parts of a woman so fine

Creating a mixture that's worth more than gold

That you seek to keep long as your breath can hold

My oh my, what immense delight

The sweat of your sex is like sex to the nose