DEAR UNCLE WALLY
by Allan Cropper
When dear Uncle Wally slips off his shoes
Warnings go out on the six o’clock news
The smell is so bad that you might like to choose…
To sneak out and just run away.
When dear Uncle Wally takes off his socks
It sets off alarm bells and stops all the clocks
They ought to be burned or else locked in a box
And then taken far far away.
When dear Uncle Wally wriggles his toes
You can see as the fungal bacteria grows
Does he wash his toes? I guess nobody knows
I pray that he’ll wash them today.
When dear Uncle Wally rubs at his feet
The smell it emits is like old rotting meat
The air freshener spray can hardly compete
With that sweaty foot odour bouquet.
Pooh!!!
Australian Children’s Poetry 
Lots of fun – hope Uncle Wally gets a pedicure one day!
Thanks Kaye. I think we all know an ‘Uncle Wally’
Very funny. Love this poem
Thanks Neridah. So pleased you liked it.
Deliciously disgusting! I bet children love this poem.
Hi Tricia. Nothing like a little bit of disgusting to get the kids attention.