For Goodness Sake!
By Sandra Stoner Mitchell

For goodness sake why are you there?
Why do you sit upon the stair?
You wait for me to swear like hell,
While knowing I can't stand your smell!

For heaven's sake, please not again,
My nostrils scream against the pain.
This game you play just isn't fair;
Why are you sitting on my chair?

Enough's enough, I'll take no more,
This time you're going out the door.
I've spent so much to quell the pong
Out with the rubbish you belong.

At last my nose is free from shocks,
Now I have dumped those smelly socks!