Or do you prefer a quieter poem?
reminds me of when kid , lather hair thick make different "hairdos" tiny bubbles. ah, "tiny bubbles" song comes mind here, well. maybe sip champagne while in tub. there's pleasant idea reflects fun poem. cheers!
soap
inert badged cake, cold bone,
needs rush of warm water quicken:
soap slips happily through hands,
fingers playing leap-frog lather;
hot water chuckles in our fellowship,
acolyte fragrant
ritual of renewal.
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