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[aid] => mick
[title] => When A Man Has A Shower
[time] => 2005-03-05 06:54:30
[hometext] => I got this idea from a poem I read tonight...thanks Dreama for your brilliant poem Mine is not as good ...but arn't showers the best
[bodytext] => As we sit here waiting to do our jobs... We feel as if we look like snobs.... Not doing anything we just sit and sit... Gee time goes slow we don't like it a bit.... Hey wait there is someone coming this way.... Maybe he will notice us and make use of us today.... Yey he enters the room, the door is shut behind... We're locked in, gee we can see his behind.... With clothes all scattered on the floor Mr clothes basket is empty waiting for more Turning Mr and Mrs Taps is a glorious sight We all wish things were put back properly tonight Mrs Shower head gives out as much as she can Knowing the steam will fill the room in a short span Lathering Mr Shampoo and Mr Conditioner in well It leaves such a glorious clean smell Mrs Soap is frothed up and travelling all over No time to waste she is already loosing her patterned cover Woops, Mrs Soap slipped and fell on the puddled tiles Knocking the Mr Shampoo and Mr Conditioner over he just smiles.... With a kick we are pushed aside.. Laying there in the open with nowhere to hide.... We need a hand to be put back in place But he turns the taps off and leaves us in disgrace... Over to the basin he uses Mr Brush MrsToothpaste can do nothing but blush. The cap is left open with all the paste hanging out and Mr Brush is left on the side if only we could shout Mr Towel is used at last , yes we again shall see... is left in a wet heap on the floor now Mr Towel is in misery.. With his hands he wipes the dew off Mrs Mirror He uses Mrs Comb and touches his face leaving Mr Rasor seeing horror.. "Shall I shave tonite?"mumbles the man in the nick. Rasor sighs with relief as he says "No,it's not too thick" Mr Deoderant is squirted here, here and here Hey! I've been put back on the shelf properly, but without the lid I feel queer.. What a mess this guy has left us again in To be replaced in our proper places- by our friend ...yes that women !!!! We all grin!!! [comments] => 5 [counter] => 161 [topic] => 31 [informant] => inoc [notes] => [ihome] => 0 [alanguage] => english [acomm] => 0 [haspoll] => 0 [pollID] => 0 [score] => 7 [ratings] => 2 [editpoem] => 1 [associated] => [topicname] => StoryPoetry )
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