I wrote this 10 seconds ago (Needless to say I'm currently cleaning my shower)
In the shower, here I stand
Cleaning and scrubbing with my bare hand,
Ammonia pushes it's way up my nose
Pounding my head, curling my toes.
This dirt and grime just won't disappear
Mould under fingernails, Oh no, I fear...
It's time to clean myself this time
Before these chemicals affect my mind.
Permeate through fingers, into my bloodstream -
Been watching too much House, or so it may seem.
I suppose I must go back to the toxic cube
To finish what I started, or maybe go to the loo...?
This has a fun rhyme, and a really cheerful gait about it! It definitely feels unfinished, but I think the length is good for the material. Perhaps you should wrap it up as it is, with a replacement line? A mere suggestion. If only I could turn bathroom cleaning into art, so that the bathroom could clean itself. . . .
This has a fun rhyme, and a really cheerful gait about it! It definitely feels unfinished, but I think the length is good for the material. Perhaps you should wrap it up as it is, with a replacement line? A mere suggestion. If only I could turn bathroom cleaning into art, so that the bathroom could clean itself. . . .
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