That abominable odor! A double limerick…
At base camp, a climber named Rupert Capetti
Complained that his partner, Jack Silva, smelled sweaty.
Of course, it was true, but Jack Silva was ready
To blame the rank smell on the mythical yeti.
“On my last ascent
I smelled such a scent.
I’m not worth a cent,
So my Sherpa sent
An animal tracker whose nerves were rock-steady
To fend off with tea bricks The Beast of Tibeti.”
© 2016 David E. Miller