A Scented Tale...

An Eastdale Student

A Limerick Saga

By Izzy Sommers

An Eastdale student liked to fart

With all her might and all her heart;

Suffice to say

She had to pay

The price for keeping her apart

From social circles in the locker rooms

And in the closets with the brooms;

Her boy friend true

Confessed anew

That he alone made smelly vrooms.

In other words the pair of hearts

Combined to make their smelly farts

In music class

And English class

Where Armstrong made them practice darts

Which made a major change in them

A girl named Sam, a boy named Clem;

They bottled scent

In Bonn and Ghent

And sold it out as Eastdale Fem.

The class conspired to shut them out

Until Ms. Armstrong came about

And fostered Love

And Turtle Dove

As labels for successful clout.

In days to come the couple thrived

As prices for their product dived;

When autos failed

And falcons flailed

Their awesome Eastdale scent survived.

THE END

© Izzy Sommers, Spring, 2008,

Eastdale High, Welland, Canada