My Dear Friend Stu

There once was a boy named Stu
He took a big whiff and said “p-u”
The fumes made him start to cry
He didn’t understand why
So he left to find what made the stench brew

In the fields around where he lived
The stench he just could not get rid
Still puzzled by the mystery
And unaware of the history
Of the fields around where he lived

While wanting his quest to close
He would not stop til he found what tickled his nose
Then it hit with a fright
Stu is no longer in sight
5 giant boulders decided to doze

You see one thing that our friend never knew
It’s really what put an end to Stu
It shot like a gun
He would never see another sun
Because our poor friend lived in a shoe.

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This is about a Dust Mite named Stu.