Underneath My Arches
A fungus odor lurks
Boiled my socks in starches,
But nothin' ever works...

A greenish slime keeps leakin'
From sneakers I have on
By my bed, each morning, they're reekin'
All my friends are gone

Telephoned the foot stores,
And they said, "Come on down"
But, when I showed my foot sores,
Dr. Scholl left town!

So, I bought OdorEaters,
But I believe they lost..
'Cause all I heard was crunchin'
And their remnants out were tossed..

I would not be de-feeted
So,I fought a final round..
Underneath My Arches,
Limburger...rubbed a pound

Now, I'm up in Wisconsin,
My tootsies here, they please..
And I spend all my time fulfillin'
Foot fetish fantasies..