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Squeaky Clean
by Maude CurtisAs I toss and turn in my lonely bed
thinking of your last phone call,
I wrap my arms around myself,
flip over and stare at the wall.
I stumble to the bathroom
to find a means to the end,
and my aching body joyfully finds
a hand-held shower as my best friend.
So you may think that I am crazy
and headed for the looney bin,
but I tell you what right now my love,
I'm the cleanest I've ever been.
So when you finally come to me
you'll know that I've been true
cause I'll smell of soap and have wet hair
and waiting here for you. 02/19/2009 Posted on 02/19/2009
Copyright © 2025 Maude Curtis
| Member Comments on this Poem |
| Posted by Charlie Morgan on 02/19/09 at 03:59 PM ...maude, i like i like...a good lil' ditty re: your world...you tagged this one "explicit," is it? a good write, maude, charlie |
| Posted by Nanette Bellman on 02/19/09 at 04:54 PM oh la la here Maude! |
| Posted by Gabriel Ricard on 02/19/09 at 05:40 PM Heh. Your voice in this is dead-on. Great last stanza. |
| Posted by Chris Sorrenti on 02/19/09 at 05:55 PM Playful post-Valentine rhyme, with text that aptly reflects the title. Thanks fro bringign a smile to my face. :o) |
| Posted by Fredrich Mohre on 02/19/09 at 09:26 PM The fresh smell of soap on the skin is just about my favorite fragrance..especially under those circumstances..ooooh weeeee...gotta take a cold shower myself....Pooh |
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