(this poem is amazing. once you read it
you will have to read it 16 times)
White, blue, black socks
cuishions for your feet.
Coulds in your shoes,
soft.
Holes, dirty, sweaty socks,
Smell like moldy feet.
Trash in your shoes,
stinky.
Wash them
or they smell.
Stink bombs,
that stick to you.
Take them off,
but feel the wrath,
of the Stinkmeister,
enemy of Mr. Clean.
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