Hands of Goo

The smeary fingers, Left unwashed. Leave prints, All over the gloss. On bright metal handles, Drawers semi closed. Up and down walls, Even on a nose. Momma said, "Wash your hands! Your fingerprints, Are all over my things, I think. Makes the ins and outs of kitchens, Grimy with goo!" Not realizing of what she spoke, Continuing on with grimy fingers. The day caught up with me And my nose! My hands got stuck, To my nose! Rolling about on the floor, I began to roar. "I don't want to walk on my knees. Or shuffle on my toes. Please help me get unstuck, From my nose!" Momma just smiled. Took a hot wet cloth, Got me unstuck from my nose. Stretched me out and washed me from head to toes. Now I wash my hands. Many times, a day. Make many bubbles, Put them in my hair. Momma just sighs, "Try not to get soap in your eyes."