It started off as a tickle on my nose,

This streaking stench coming from my toes.

 I looked down to see,

This stink was me.

Right at the end of my feet,

Like some rotten meat.

I decided to investigate,

But this just sealed my inevitable fate.

I peeled back the pungent socks,

Funky flies flew off the blocks.

For what I found was a smell so bad,

It was even too much for my own dad.

Wiggling the reeking digits below, 

I did what needed to be done long ago.

Blasting them down with the garden hose,

Hoping for them to smell like a rose.

For now, there was no lingering pong,

Let’s just hope it’s forever gone.