Dirty Socks
Socks can be dirty, Socks can be clean
But there’s one under my bed
He’s a mean, stinky odor machine
He haunts me at night
After my parents tell me to go to bed
He creeps up to my face
He always says the same thing
‘My name is Creepy, or Smelly Ned,
And I’m thinkin’ you have a comfortable bed.’
He smelled so bad, I couldn’t go to sleep
I even thought I’d try counting sheep,
But there we’re none in sight
So I knew that this would be a long night.
But, The next morning was laundry day
As my mother told me and left the room
Smelly Ned screamed ‘NO WAY! NO WAY!’
‘Yes way, today is the day, you better not cry, your stinky days are over, and that’s no lie.
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