Thursday, April 19, 2012

Bill and Me and A Dishcloth and A Poem

Bill's cottage on the Grand River (hope I got that right, Bill) in tucked in among trees and when the weather is rainy, the cottage can get very humid and takes a long time to "dry" out.


 Bill asked my once how he could get the musty smell out of his dishcloths. Everything I suggested didn't work. So, I suggested something in a poem.
                       
                                                     Ode About a Dishcloth
It's humid and it won't dry.
It smells and I don't know why.
Is it the food scraps that cling
Or wiping up that icky thing?
Why won't detergent make it sweet
Instead of smelling like dirty feet?
What a dilemma! A quandary for sure!
Why can't a dishcloth smell sweet and pure?
Ah me! Ah me! It smells like pee!
Do I care or give a twit
because my dishcloth smells like shit?
You are darn right I do!
I'm going out and buy some new...........
...........Dishcloths!



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