by Jack Prelusky
A skunk sat in a courtroom.
A judge was on the bench.
He held his nose and shouted,
"What is that dreadful stench?"
"It's only me, Your Honor,"
the skunk said in retort.
"I thought I heard you calling
for odor in the court."
Skunky charms are here and here.
This is Schmedley. He dines nightly Chez Cornerstoregoddess.
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