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.

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