There's Nothing Like a Shower
Let Jacqueline, Jacque, and sophisticated Parisians rave about the Eiffel Tower
Romantic poets write in egregious excess of their cozy, intimate leafy bowers
Leave scientists and paleontologists to their study of fossils and dinosaurs--
As for me, nothing compares with a home-from-work, end-of-the-day shower.
Political scientists dissect the machinations of international superpowers
Historians pore over WW2 battles and the heroics of Dwight David Eisenhower
Gardeners & green thumbers extol the myriad virtues of planting flowers--
But as for me, no occupation holds a candle to the pleasure of a bracing shower.
The downtown office crowd breathlessly counts down the minutes to Friday's Happy Hour
Bartenders mix exotic drinks like Coconut Pussycats, Lady Godivas, or plain old Whiskey Sours
College professors soar above the mundane pursuits of common workers, in their cushy ivory towers--
Yet as for me, there's no finer pursuit than the anticipation of a relaxing, refreshing shower.
Cooks and master chefs endlessly debate palate appeal of asparagus tips and fried cauliflower
Efficiency experts squeeze the most from a production line's manpower output per man hour
Grease jockeys and auto mechanics wax rapturous about muscle cars and their horsepower--
Whereas all I can think about the entire working day is returning home to a steamy, hot shower.
So please remember, my friend:
No matter how sour your whey
No matter how dour your day
No matter your willpower fade
Your brainpower stray
Even if your boss forgets your pay--
Simply wash all of your cares away
With a shower at the end of each day!
Copyright © Gershon Wolf | Year Posted 2018
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