Smelly Nelly

Smelly Nelly

Little Miss Nelly

Felt things were a bore

So she decided to think

And perhaps do a chore.

She swept, she mopped,

And did dishes galore

But she wasn't prepared 

For the thing she next saw.

When she entered the loo

She instantly knew 

What invaded her nostrils

It was number 2.
 

Little Miss Nelly,

Felt scum like a whore

She felt wretched and sick

But not bored anymore.