The Perfect Soap Mold
The company made the most perfect soap mold.
It was a beautiful baby, sleeping, and it was gold.
They tried to sell it to everyone they knew.
No one would use that soap though her reputation grew.
Maybe we could sell this mold to make chocolates one suggested.
These chocolates were not eaten, as discovered when market tested.
No one wants to eat a baby or wash one a way in a shower.
This perfect soap mold had such enormous emotional power.
What about pendants? Someone said. I would like one.
Having a pendant of your own baby would be more fun.
So, the perfect soap mold went into a closet way below.
No one remembers it any more, this is how things go.
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