Were I a Sink
Were I a sink, I think I'd cry
What people put down my drain
~ Oh, my!
Why, just today I looked up
to dodge the drool of a doberman pup
And on the weekend you won't believe
what partygoers tend to leave
Everything from nuts to cigar butts
and bloody band-aids from their cuts
I 'm just so lucky to a mirror be
Folks clean my glass to look at me
Copyright © Gershon Wolf | Year Posted 2020
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