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.

3 comments:

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.