All Out of Soap
My chores are all done, what now shall I do?
I’ve self-checked my prostate and left nipple to.
I woke up this morning face down in the grass.
The dog won’t come in, she’s tired of my swass.
I guess I’ll just wait for a new morning’s sun.
The squirrels smell me coming and begin to run.
The backyard is empty, not even a skunk.
I’m all out of soap no way to defunk.
Copyright © Mark Koplin | Year Posted 2020
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