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