That Ratchet Smell

I'm not saying you're a bad teacher,

Or a bad person in that matter,

I'm just saying that the smell coming from you,

Isn't pleasant in the least sense.

It viciously smacks my nostrils,

Three hallways away from your room.

It smells like cheese that's been left out in the sun,

For days upon days as dogs marked it for their own.

I'm not saying you're a bad teacher,

Or a bad person in that matter,

I'm just saying that your body odor is horrid,

So please, take a shower.

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