Monday, November 5, 2007

a poem about my towel

Oh dear friend, you are cuddly and warm
You shaggy threads feel better once worn

I know I don't bathe you as often as I do
But I still love you, as if you were my boo

You give up your dryness so I can have mine
You're like a valiant soldier, jumping on a landmine

There is a sad irony that I wash you only to dirty you
But my respect doesn't die even though you hang in the loo

Green towels I love you
Red towels I love you.


Rush said...

You should try haikus.
They are both poetic and amusing!

witnee said...

no love for purple towels?

Shakes said...

no. there is no love for purple. at all.