There once was a man named Eddie
He really enjoyed eating spaghetti
But one unique thing about Eddie
He truly got overly sweaty
One day his friends told Eddie
Hey dude you really do get sweaty
And those pits that are so sweaty
They could fill up a whole Yeti
Friends said Eddie you are a sweaty man
Eddie said sorry it's just my sweaty glands
I even pour sweat from my clammy hands
You could fill it up and sell it in cans
When his body sweat it was intense
But Eddie thought it smelled like incense
Yet no one ever came to Eddie's defense
Especially when he offered his two scents
Sometimes his armpits he would blow
Poor folks around him would duck and go low
Still his friends told him a long time ago
Hands down Eddie your the best friend we know
One day Eddie died or so one presumes
They buried him outside by the tombs
But by his grave were these armpit fumes
And above his grave grew mushrooms
And by his headstone were much fungi
His friends sat and pondered how and why
Morels flourished after Eddie would die
I guess it was because he was such a fun guy
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