March 14, 2019 ODOR BRUDDER By Paul Camarata ¶ Posted in Word Doodles Galore ¶ Tagged brothers, NaPoWriMo, poems, smells ¶ Leave a comment Pickled pig knuckles have a smell like none udder except the stinky feet of my big brudder. So though he stays up late and that makes me jelish I don’t envy how his toes reek of bad relish. Pass this Tweed Email a link to a friend (Opens in new window) Email Print (Opens in new window) Print TweetMore Share on Reddit (Opens in new window) Reddit Like Loading... Related