Putrid Gassington was a smelly ol\' guy
Since he never washed and only ate pie,
putrid Gassington was a let-out-wind sort of fellow.
and nobody knew why he liked the colour yellow.
Putrid Gassington lived on the street,
I asked him one day-\"when last did you wash your feet?\"
he replied \"a thousand and twenty two years ago when there was sleet\"
I was shocked I hit my head on a brick ,
whilst putrid Gassington wrote \'my real name is spencer cleans\' out with a stick,
Then I almost fainted when he removed his body of \"tin\",
To show me his layers of clean, thin skin!
His hair was neat and his teeth were clean,
there was nothing really that didn\'t send a beam across his smiling face ,
soon I turned round and then began to pace,
I paced all the way to my little cottage in the wood.
Thehara