Poem: The Stinking Buddha

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I am a stinky, stinky Buddha

A real ‘no-gooder!’

My terrible stench

Extends in all directions

Delighting and destroying

All those who smell it

My three bodes –

Whilst divine –

Are all thoroughly unbathed

Exuding the kind of fetor

Even a farmhand

Or abattoir connoisseur

Would find hard to comprehend

Why do I smell so bad?

You ask

What is the secret of

My foul effluvia?

I would love to tell you

But,

Like a great magician

I have not the dignity to reveal

The originations of

My untold odoriferous secretions

 

 

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