Checkin' for odor, in derriere,
How's my rear smell now?
Will I now be scenting me some arse-in-ine, bomb bay reekings,
caudal enzymes?
Diggin' around my portal entry,
Down at my back door.
Scratchin' discreetly, hope they ain't seed me,
In my itchy drawers.

Hmm------mmm---mmmh.

What an odor, ooooh, aaah,
One hand that holds the bird, is mirth to the tush.

Something is randy, scenting ref-use,
Where my drawers are drawn.
There's a whiff of cheddar on my under side, Undies molding?
Wash them with Tide.
Smelling a tart one, digging my seat,
Now my ass is sore,
Scratchin' discreetly, hope they ain't seed me,
In my itchy drawers.

Ever wonder what that scent of cottage cheese that's vile and ripe, is around your rear?
I smell shrimp and egg.
All hand ripened like a brie,
Feta, funked and aged.

Get you a nose guard, scrub your behind, if you are pee-ewe,
Flatulate politely when it is ok.
Smells are merely wasting decay.
When there's a gasser comes out your port,
Move outside the door.
Scratchin' discreetly, hope they ain't seed me,
In my itchy drawers.