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My black bath scrunchie
(I don't know what they're called.
The Kids call them loofas,
but a loofa is not a pouffey nylon thingy
that looks like a hair scrunchie,
a loofa is a sort of dried-out stem
for what they call 'exfoliating,'
and boy, you don't want to use them on
anything but arms and legs and feet
and nothing too delicate,
I found that out the hard way!)
but anyway I need a new one...
(Bath scrunchie,
not a delicate thing,
'cause it recovered,
eventually)
a new black bath scrunchie
(or any color, really)
because the old one sorta came apart
kinda like a snakeskin or something
and now it's hanging on the shower
lookin' like a pair of fishnets for an ostrich...
...which I wish I had not thought of since
now I can't unsee that
and you probably can't either,
so sorry about that,
but anyway, I need a new...
brain.
If I'm truthful, the incident which required a little healing time didn't happen to me, but to someone I've known.
Less at some times than others...
Still, a partner with a tendency to leap before they look can make a relationship ... "interesting."
But the scrunchie thing definitely happened, while my eyes were full of soap, so trying to figure out what was going on was not easy.
I really love the humor in this poem. Of course, I'm sending you the bill for the brain bleach I now need to get that visual out of my head ...