Bar None
Slippery bar of soap
More so with added water from shower
How do I cope?
Keeping my balance or...
...Juggling you like a clown
Cause I don't want you to
Hit the ground
And collect filth anew
If you shall fall
Do I pick you up and hold you again?
Gross shower floor and all
I wish to part ways, what say you then?
For contacting my body once more
With your newly accumulated ground waste
Leaves vulnerable my core
To the guilt of my neuroses and their distaste
For all things septic
All things unsanitized
Bathing grows hectic
Like being left in the ocean capsized
I wish you all the best
As you lay in the garbage
Wrapped in paper towel peacefully at rest
And await the refuse carriage
You served with valor in bathing sorties night and day
Beyond duty's call
Until your restless ways
Became your downfall.
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More so with added water from shower
How do I cope?
Keeping my balance or...
...Juggling you like a clown
Cause I don't want you to
Hit the ground
And collect filth anew
If you shall fall
Do I pick you up and hold you again?
Gross shower floor and all
I wish to part ways, what say you then?
For contacting my body once more
With your newly accumulated ground waste
Leaves vulnerable my core
To the guilt of my neuroses and their distaste
For all things septic
All things unsanitized
Bathing grows hectic
Like being left in the ocean capsized
I wish you all the best
As you lay in the garbage
Wrapped in paper towel peacefully at rest
And await the refuse carriage
You served with valor in bathing sorties night and day
Beyond duty's call
Until your restless ways
Became your downfall.
"Fresh" comments anyone?
Send this post to a friend!
Read the Novels by Chetan Davé click here
Copyright 2006 by Chetan Davé ©, All Rights Reserved.
posted by UltimateWriter at 9:00 AM
6 Comments:
(Sorry, what is a soap poem without a prison reference?)
Soap, oh dear old soap,
Interruptions, intrusions they do hurt.
Bubba, bubba, why do you scope...
I knew I should have bought the rope.
Soap, with bubbles bright;
Upholder of hygienic right.
Wilt thy slippery face my hands elude,
and scrubby filth my body denude?
Lying on the putrid floor of my shower stall,
my clumsiness now manifest to all!
Next time I shall endeavor to bring
the liquid form of my Irish Spring.
(I am afraid my attempt at poetry might make a Vogon cry...)
/hide
oh dear... I cannot compete,
but without my soap complete,
I revert to sea-salt-scrubs,
and swift abandon soap and suds!
Bubble...bubble...
When you bend over to p/u the soap its toil and trouble.
Can't rap
Don't ryme
Didn't drop the soap
Just did my time
First of all great efforts at poetry by everyone, good to see the unlocking of poetic talents!
c.m.: oh man, i think i'll skip lunch today
s.o.: wonderful stuff...very deep
jlb: i'm liking the sea salt
mike: ugh, i think i'll skip dinner too
jessie: liberty and loofah for all
mr.althouse: good stuff...i can't rap either
ppd: vogons now appearing at los alamos
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