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The Legend of Smelly Nelly

Smelly Nelly was quite a charming girl, She wore her hair in braids instead of curls, Bathing several times per day in the Jewish way, Yet many scoffed and sniffed, exclaiming she smelt like manure in hay, Nelly used expensive oils and attars, some came from lands very far, Her raiments were made of the finest silks but people still told her she smelt like days old milk, They shunned and booed her, talking behind her back, hoping and praying she would have a heart attack, The gripe they harbored had nothing to do with Nelly's smell, it was because her family owned several oil wells, Neverthelss, she brought her own lunch which made her naysayers feel as if they were incompetent bunches, The farce of living as the Joneses do, never appealed to Nelly because she knew the value of a dollar, So while folks snickered and stared, corking their noses causing her despair, She sat and ate her snicker doodle sandwiches with her little pinky waving in the air, Smelly Nelly they chanted everyday, but she shrugged her shoulders and continued on her merry way, Cartier, Chanel and Youth Dew were always in her backpack, but she knew it was hard for critics to understand her modest lifestyle, They all rumoured that she lacked! Afterall, she rather "enjoyed" their ignorance, watching them treat her as if she were a rotten as mere happenstance, But Nelly soon conquered her critics by blossoming into a lovely swan, forgetting about the negativity, and meanness, leaving the penny section to stew in their own mess......

Copyright © | Year Posted 2011




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