Leavesley

“Come and smell my smelly socks!
Come, children, gather round!
When I push them up your nose,
they’ll make a squishing sound!
Come closer, children, and sniff deep
that stink of cheese, and a week dead sheep!
And feel that texture- moist, but rough;
just like your mom, they’re strong, but tough,
and you’ll black-out when you’ve had enough
of my smelly feet!”