What’s the point of a shower
And smelling like a flower
And having scented power
Of a freshly washed bod?
What’s the point of a wash
When no-one gives a toss
It’s a load of bosh
When stinky flesh is quashed
Does a tree still sound
When it falls to the ground
And there’s no-one there to hear?
Well, the same surely goes
If there is no nose
To smell a rose
That might be there.
But, I’ll do it for myself
And my hygiene health
And the perfumed wealth
Of a non smelly self.
Won’t hang like a bum
Accumulating scum
Scrub it all new
And smell like morning dew.
We can mess around with mud
And wallow in the crud
We can do what we dare
‘Cos there’s no-one there to care
(As long as we wash our hands at the end of it)
Oh, but in these lazy days
Of Covid crazy haze
If these four walls could talk
They would surely squawk
But hey, I can go for a walk
ONCE A DAY!
Still, I think I’ll just Twitter
Forget about being fitter
I’d much rather be eating
‘Cos sanity is fleeting
And only minds are meeting
Just now.
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Things In My Head 