The Ode Of The Rind (10/09/95)

It's rotting, on top,
On top of rot, it's rotting.
Rind, you smelly husk,
Grind back to the dirt,
Give off your stinky musk,
Oh, you stink so bad -
It hurts my nose.
Putrescent rot, oh!
Former fruit, no
more peeling.
Because you stink now.
I mean it.