The computer came back,

Cleaned & preened,

Now all I do lack,

Is a bath for myself,

Sorry bro’ Ed & Ma,

But it’s soap that I lack,

And that’s the facts…

So bear with me,

The stench unbearable,

This must seem to you quite terrible,

For now there is nothing quite comparable…

Except for the odor emitted from Chicago,

Such an awful scent coming from the resident Kostro,

So I sent out all my soap, no more to of myself clean,

Better me being stinky than having Ed turn all mossy green…