Oh, my sweet and lovely bar of soap.
You've made me clean and smell no more.
I thank thee for thy cleansing suds
which washed away the scent of yore.
I am grateful for your scent is pleasant.
Yet, I resent thee for thy taste is foul
and if not for my for my curiosity
I may have avoided the mouthful
I now must gasp and gag and pray,
that the filth and slime will go away.
I plunge my head into the water clean
again my thoughts are muddled for I
thrust it forth into a latrine.
Faced yet again with my sweet bar of soap,
a bath of suds, and a heart of hope
I plunge myself into the cleansing bubbles
to ease my soul & I erase my troubles.