Set in the West, it’s got too much dirt…
Sad to watch my team lose the baseball game.
“If they don’t win it’s a shame.”
I smell a skunk!
Skunk scent is one gawdawful funk!
And it will leave car or house stunk!
On smelliness? It’s a slam dunk!
Do those little bichromatic critters enjoy crunk?
They do not enjoy such, I’d have thunk.
Those whose thoughts differ are full of bunk!
Want some stinky cheese? I have a hunk.
NO, my life is too full of junk.
Won’t eat the cheese? Sorry I am a punk!
Perhaps with proper religious training you could become a monk.
That’s eleven–now twelve–rhymes with “unk.”
My life chances are truly sunk.
Meanwhile, my sink is full of gunk.
I heard it hit bottom, it went " plunk".
Ok, Ok, I’ll be the party pooper to break it.
Thank you, boson; I’m sure we’ll gladly take it.