Some say I’m rather stinky,
For others, not so much.
For some, I’m a bit hairy,
Still others, smooth to touch.
My neighbors are all under me,
Except, of course, for Scott.
To my right, he’s just as tall as me,
But fatter? I think not.
Always under you, I balance your weight;
I’ve thoroughly mastered the art.
Although mine is an important fate,
I remain far from your heart.