As the revolting, putrid, vile small flouted towards my nostrils I heard my nostrils, I heard my mum shouting, “came to the Dinner table!’’ That Smell got stronger and stronger As I reluctantlyTowards that kitchen my heart sank like the Titanic I wiped the tears from my eyes. I tentatively opened the door And the ghastly Now was almost too much to Bear.
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