Soap

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I'm standing in the shower
And today I hope to cope
With a slimy slice of skinny - slippery
Flimsy soap.

I try to grip the sudsy strip to scrubmy ,crudsy myself
And when I'm clean
I slide the sliver
On a corner shelf .

Tomarrow when I shower
I'll close my eyes and hope
I'll find it being replaced
By a fresher, fatter soap.

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