Poor little Lacey
And her BOB.
She doesn't like him.
Corn on the cob.

He smells like sweaty feet,
He smells like fish.
Not going to homecoming
Is her only wish.

Pimply face;
Zit, zit, zit!
She says that he
Smells like shit.

Poor little BOB,
He has no date.
Because he smells,
This is his fate.

Stress stinks,
Arrid works!
He has stress,
And that's a quirk!

Bunny rabbits,
Fleas on sticks.
Pimply face and a
Pimply dick.