Love Stinks

Once there was a girl, who really, really stunk,

It wasn't from the swamp where she fell in and sunk,

For daily she bathed and loved a good dunk,

It wasn’t her messy room and all of her junk.

Or her dirty dolls and toys she kept in a wooden trunk,

Nor did she get smelly from some smelly funk

And didn’t stink from her bed down on the bottom bunk,

Not because she traveled and lived with the monks,

Nor cause the spaghetti she spilled in big chunks,

Or from the garbage she emptied out in huge hunks,

Oh no, my friends. It’s definitely not as you thunk,

The reason she stunk was cause she fell in love with a skunk.