Pansy P. Petunia

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Pansy P Petunia by Kenn Nesbitt

I’m Pansy P. Petunia
and I never take a shower.
There isn’t any need because
I smell just like a flower.

My breath smells like forget-me-nots.
My burps smell like impatiens.
My armpits smell like daisies
and my feet smell like carnations.

But what is most impressive,
and should tickle many noses,
is if I ever “cut the cheese”
it makes me smell like roses.

But maybe I’m mistaken
and could use a bath today,
’cause everyone who smells me
holds their nose and runs away!

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