What Stinks?

Laughing Along With A Limerick.
Esther’s prompt word is “sells”.

A merchant arrived with oils and gels,
and all of them had such god-awful smells.
He said, “It’s bizarre,
how putrid they are,
But somehow they’re what always sells!”

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This is “That Smell” by Lynyrd Skynyrd

Laughing Along With A Limerick

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