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Rub-a-dub-dub

Rub-a-dub-dub ~
Mommy and her little one, splashing in the tub,
playing with Mr. Beluga, the whale,
and grabbing Wally the walrus by the tail,
and riding two seahorsies: 
one named Gitty, the other one Yup.

Alcohol Rub

Hope my future children have more bottles of perfume than Sterilium in their cupboards. 

Favourite smell?
Alcohol rub and the scent of sterile hospital wings. 
(Emphasis on sterile) 
Maybe because of what comfort meant as a kid. 

How does one get time with their parents when they practically live in the hospital? 
Something I learnt as

Refurbished Nursery Rhymes: Rub-A-Dub-Dub

What nursery rhyme's gayer, I'm asking you, bub,
Than the one that has three grown men sharing a tub?
Was it their sexual orientation,
Or merely water conservation,
And they were all charter members of the Sierra Club?

The Rub With Words

Words

Seem to point

To an underlying

Reality..

Which implies 

Separation..

It's two

Not not-two..

That's the rub

It may seem

With words...

The Rub

A place to raise your glass 
        or raise the hair right off your head
Where liquor flows and tongues will wag, 
                      be warned of what is

Vicks Vapor Rub If You Please

Vicks Vapor Rub is my most favorite scent.
If it was tasty, I would eat it,
so it could seep out of my pores as I slept.

I love the menthol of it;
I love the comfort of it.
I love it up one side and down the other.

Vicks Vapor Rub reminds me of my childhood
My mom would rub this

There's the Rub

Oh but to rest this mad toiling mind!
Sleep? Nay, to sleep perchance to dream
Dreams. Ay, there lay the problem
How, then, to find solace
Can it be achieved... 
true peace of mind? 
Not in life
but in
death

Rub It In, Why Dont You

I never had much of an inflated ego
Vanity left me at birth
Our self esteem should travel wherever we go
But I always doubted my worth

The awful commotion of plane hitting ocean
Woke every shark in the sea
And I’m left alone with a gut wrenching notion
Why did they overlook me

The crash had killed plenty, the sharks had took

This May Rub You Raw

Mortal man's stuck in the can
  He can't get off the pot
He goes and goes, it never ends
  Could be some kind of plot

A half-hour later he's still going
  Poor posterior all rubbed raw
And now he's out of toilet paper
  It must be Murphy's Law

He calls 911, says "Help me, please"

Rub It In, Why Don'T You

HIPPOPOTOMONSTROSESQUIPPEDALIOPHOBIA

Hippopotomonstrosesquippedaliophobia are you having a laugh
The fear of long words that has those who suffer from it aghast

Indiana Shaw . . . *o*

Let Us Rub Out the War Words

we are human
on this earth, we are civilized animals

first world, second world, third world
we all are now on the queue of civilization

first and second world war
now in our remembrance;
grievance in our sensitive trance

yet we are on the forward march of universal humanism

we can speak, write and paint
a flock of birds, flying pigeons;
not the war in

The Rub

Las Vegas renown Belle E. Danser
Is deathly afraid of breast cancer
She heard a masseur
Developed a cure
Best of all, the man's a free lancer!

There's the Rub

Falling in love 
can be fast and easy.
Love can seize anyone
in its strangehold.
Unexpectedly
engulf anyone
at first glance.
But declaring
to the object of your affection
that your heart's all in
Immersed body and soul,
head to toe.
That you've fallen
hopelessly in love
with him...or her
now that's the tough part!



Date: 07/19/2019

Never Rub Salt Into the Gash

Never rub salt into the gash,
Making not bad things even worse;
Say sweet inspiring lines instead
That are found in the poet's verse.

Never let difficult status
Turn into harder condition;
Nor allow the painful feeling
To become damaged emotion.

Do not ever accentuate
The negative circumstances;
Neither aggravate the problem,
Nor intensify the cases.

Let not the upset mind and heart
Get more frustrated and angry;
Allow

We'Re Human That's the Rub - Rev 1

It's fun to dream of 'better,' but just how? The way's not clear,
For 'better' might cost something that impacts our evening beer!
Now Donald (and the gullible) all tell us they're in charge,
Although I wonder if that's true? The future's looming large!

Some things Don says are "small" (just a mote to beholder) 
I'm certain's a log

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