Irish Spring

Stinky feet

amongst

rose pedals

lovely smellin'

distasteful aroma

Violets amongst

four leaf clovers

growin'in

the grass

Irish Spring

come soon

with suds

made by

the rain

to wash away

the pungent

body oder

reeking havoc

on a war torn

nose like

a moldy flower

let the

sun speak

in its warm

tones to

the man

at home

without a

home