Joey's Run In With the Hose

There once was this child,
His name was Joey.

Oh how he hated taking showers,
He was afraid of the shadows,
That the soap bubbles made.

Joey's hygiene was so pungent,
That his cat couldn't go near him without cringing.

His horrific smell got so disgusting,
That one of his classmates turned on the hose,

The next morning Joey finally realized,
That water and soap wasn't his foe.

When his mom cooked him dinner,
He found his true foe.

Beats, carrots, peas,
Oh my, now that's a different story

3-23-07

poem by Brandi Young
Submitted by Poetry Lover
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