A Poem
Ode to my Blue Shoptowel:
You wring and you twist, so no job is too huge
You slide over my fridge and soak up the food spooge
I rinse you and wring you and wring you again
How could one paper towel be such a good friend?
Your cohorts and boasters of brawny and scott--
They shed next to you; you are what they are not!
You're more super absorbent than simpson's stringettes
And you're dry by tomorrow's brand new cat-sick mess.
No flowers or teddies, nor kitsch scooby-doo
You're beautiful just as you are, baby blue.
Just one roll lasts for forever or three!
Though you're just woven paper, you're sexy to me.
xposted to damnportlanders
You wring and you twist, so no job is too huge
You slide over my fridge and soak up the food spooge
I rinse you and wring you and wring you again
How could one paper towel be such a good friend?
Your cohorts and boasters of brawny and scott--
They shed next to you; you are what they are not!
You're more super absorbent than simpson's stringettes
And you're dry by tomorrow's brand new cat-sick mess.
No flowers or teddies, nor kitsch scooby-doo
You're beautiful just as you are, baby blue.
Just one roll lasts for forever or three!
Though you're just woven paper, you're sexy to me.
xposted to damnportlanders