The Sewage Worker Poem by Phil Soar

The Sewage Worker



My friend works down the sewers, he often smells of shit
When he gets home, his wife won't moan, she doesn't mind a bit
She's lost her sense of smell you see, and has a broken nose
It's made her think, that shit don't stink, but smells just like a rose

Thursday, May 10, 2018
Topic(s) of this poem: humour
COMMENTS OF THE POEM
Smoky Hoss 12 May 2018

Grand humor, and it doesn't stink at all!

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So funny. Very entertaining. Enjoyed reading it.10

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