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