The boy still refuses to wash,
His scent like smoke, around him wafts.
Worse than a blocked up kitchen sink.
His stench, is like a sewers stink.
Family and friends away from him shrink.
The sour smell nobody can abide;
Even animals turn away and hide.
His cat runs, when she sees him coming,
The cafe empties, sewage, people are thinking.
Red swelling through his body is spreading.
His spotty skin’s itching is increasing.
An alarmed doctor in the street, yanks him off his feet.
Into the nearest hospital, a skin specialist to meet.
Dipped in disinfectant and body, creamed,
A cleaner sweeter smelling boy, you will never see.