ODE TO THE WASHCLOTH
how sensible
and modest, too
a terry square
a job to do
and modest, too
a terry square
a job to do
you scrub my neck
my back, my rear
the sweaty trench
behind my ear
my back, my rear
the sweaty trench
behind my ear
I need you now
as I did then
when I was new
or five or ten
as I did then
when I was new
or five or ten
but you at last
are out of style
like Lux and Dove
and Zest and Dial
are out of style
like Lux and Dove
and Zest and Dial
my hotel thinks
as people do
that no one needs
the likes of you
as people do
that no one needs
the likes of you
that soap on skin
will do the trick
but grease on grease
is way too slick
will do the trick
but grease on grease
is way too slick
I’d rather scrub
but just so much
a loofah’s stiff
and lacks the touch
but just so much
a loofah’s stiff
and lacks the touch
and natural sponge
is full of grace
but oddly round
for my flat face
is full of grace
but oddly round
for my flat face
oh, washcloth, you
are not the rage
but I still choose
to act my age
are not the rage
but I still choose
to act my age
I may be one
Jurassic jerk
but I still love
old things that work.
Jurassic jerk
but I still love
old things that work.
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