10 November 2005
A simple girl, I am, yes, me
(not simple in mind, I hope you'd agree)
but in expectation of the level
of creature comforts in the home
(mostly) give me internet or give me death*
A man arrived at the house today
and fiddled and wiggled,
and huffed and puffed,
and blew and knew,
exactly what to do.
Profusely grateful I thanked him
and paid him a reasonable fee.
For services rendered,
and broken bits mended.
And oh how I giggled with glee!
With a click, and double quick
I burst into early morning action
casting caution and clothing aside
and I tell you, I was nearly beside
myself with over-excitement.
I laughed and I sighed
and I oohed and I cried
out when the soap got in my eyes
then I sang as I ran
the razer over my neglectedly hairy legs
No more, that hair on my legs, no more
every follicle cut down in it's prime.
And I lathered and rubbed
and tickled and scrubbed
til I was truly, madly - squeaky - clean.
So much joy, it has, you see,
inspired me to write this poetry**.
Because nothing can top the simple bliss
of a long hot shower, after a week,
of washing in the sink,
cos of the hot water heater
being on the blink.
*not really
**terminally awful, sorry Karen
Glad the internet connection got fixed, Pix.
However, 2/5 for the poetry, but 5/5 for displaying an ample need to get out more... *grin*
Try waxing. That will dilute the joy.
Wow!
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