there was a man from Tunbridge Wells who gave off the most offensive smell friend and foe told him so "go away! you smell like *!"
so this man of whom i tell, the man from Tunbridge Wells, he took a shower till he smelt like a flower and went off to climb the fells
but when he returned from his hike, he smelt like haddock and pike, said he, "what's the point o' me washing me joints? I'll smell like I ***-well like!"