Ode to a dear friend...

October 3, 2012
My dearest, bestest friend,
I think of you and smile
You are my favorite of them all.
Even more than Dial.

You know it's you who makes
Me feel so clean and pure.
At the end of long, hot days
You help me to endure.

As I rub you on my legs,
My feet, back, and arms
I'm smitten by your softness,
And softened by your charm!

There's only one complaint
I could make about you, dear.
You've gotten far too small for me.
You're hard to use, I fear.

I look at you and see
That you're left with little hope.
So goodbye you tiny sliver
Of Dove cucumber soap!

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