Ode to the bathroom door Restroom use is necessary But the restroom door has gotten very Gross and greasy around the knob Just like the late night hands of Bob But no one seems to notice or care Except for me with a pause and a stare Each time my washed hands touch the handle It's just so nasty I just can't stand the Dirt. I'm hurt and squirt Bon Ami Addressing this insanity Spending ungodly amounts of time I scrub and rub and suds the grime The crime of slime in layers unfold And slowly, painfully, digging for gold I finally revel for a day and night The glory of you shining and white But like the keyboard on the Mac A day after my cleaning you'll again...turn black... --Basho, 1237 |