Friday, January 20, 2012

The Power of a Shower

Before 
I shower
my odor is sour
and 
I look dour.

My brother 
glowers
as he 
towers.

I cower
and 
run 
to the shower.

I wash 
over an hour
then 
use powder
and 
come out
smelling like a flower.

It's 
the power 
of 
a shower.

1 comment:

  1. This poem is a WOWer. Great rhyming. What fun!

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