My feet have got a certain smell,
That takes my breath away,
I cannot understand it,
As I wash them twice a day;
I went to see my doctor,
His name is Dr Cox,
He fainted on the surgery floor,
When I took off my socks;
It took a while to bring him around,
His face had gone quite green,
He said my feet were probably,
The worse he'd ever seen;
He then went to a cupboard,
To look for well-known bleach,
But as he was only four foot two,
He tried, but couldn't reach;
I said that I could help him,
And handed him a chair,
I said "you need to stand on this,
To help you reach up there";
He tried his best to reach it,
But he fell onto the floor,
By now I'd had enough of this,
And walked out of the door;
I walked past the reception,
And everyone stood still,
They could smell my feet, as I walked by,
And it made them all feel ill.
(Fortunately, they were in the right place!)
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