My Red Hot Babe -- she smelleth oh so bad;
When Nell is near, I almost faint - her smell!
Says honest Abe: "She should be never had;"
Her smell all fear, how she can breathe - can't tell.
Have you smelled feet? You meet her: guess again.
How anyone can smell so bad who knows?
Have you smelled peat? You smell her: feel the pain.
However can I shell that smell in prose?
She did not always smell, remember now:
A year ago she was so fresh like spring,
Though I can scarce r'tell; how changes things, wow!
Refuses she to wash like ancient kings.
Still, even though, my Red Hot Babe is mine.
The smell aside, her loving heart does shine.