Bleach
Water in a bubble bath
Forms a tide
A ring of salt
When the plug is pulled
If baby oil is used
And the towel won't dry
If it is folded up for aesthetic effect
And the milk goes sour
And the butter melts if they are not put back in the fridge
Dishes don't wash themselves
And laundry goes foisty if left in the machine
I know this and so do you
Yet you persist
Well played mam
Check mate
You win
But I love the smell of bleach on skin
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