Karen Camilla Cauliflower Simply Would Not Take A Shower

Karen Camilla Cauliflower
Simply would not take a shower!
In recess she'd roll around in the dirt,
Bleed on her blouse when she got hurt.
Even after baking cookies and being covered in flour,
She simply would not take a shower.

And so the dirt and grime stuck to her like glue:
Grass in her hair, under her nails, and on her shoe,
Chocolate on her elbow and on her nose
Crusted mud in between her toes.

She stank and attracted gnats,
Creepy crawlies filled her favourite hats.
Covered in sticky half-eaten candy
Adorning clean clothes was becoming less and less handy.

Bits of crumbs on her chin
Grime seeping through her shoes that were becoming quite thin.
Bits of paper and bits of glue
Even her raggedy old doll looked more new.

Paint in her hair and on her skin
The only people who'd stand her dirt were her immediate kin.
And what had become of her lovely golden locks?
Nothing but mangled, tangled dreadlocks.

Some cheerios here and there
And an old band-aid when someone hadn't played fair.
The stink and the dirt
Steadily got worse and worse
Until one day no one wanted to play
She smellt so bad that no one could bear to stay.
And finally Karen Camilla Cauliflower said
"OK I'll take a shower!"
But then, of course, it was too late…
She had fumigated the entire state,
From New York to the Golden Gate
And there, in her rot she did hate,
Poor Karen met and awful fate
That I cannot now relate
Because the hour is much to late.
But children, remember Karen Camilla Cauliflower,
And always, always, always take a shower!