There was an old woman who lived in a shoe…
No wait, not a shoe, but a can of sardines.
Smelly, oily, yucky sardines
Everyone who came around thought
Twas the woman who stunk
So they plugged their noses and shouted P.U.!
Then threw her away like an old smelly shoe…
No wait, not a shoe, but a smelly sardine.
But it wasn’t the woman who stunk, oh no
They figured that out, when away she did go.
With a smile on her face and a spring in her step
But if you looked closely, so clearly you’d see
The tears that were glistening…
No wait…not glistening but streaming
If you could read her thoughts you’d know
Her heart was breaking, she had loved them so
But life goes on, or so it is said
And in many books, that’s what I have read.
But how I wish it wasn’t so…
That sardines stink.