I wrote this while I was in the shower,
Struck by some divine creative power,
The words were somehow weaved into my head,
No doubt the work of some needle and thread.
It’s like I’m surrounded my rhymes, only I can see;
Inspired as the water washes over me.
I read uninspired words: lather, rinse, repeat,
With the monotonous tone of an instructions sheet.
Bewildering as to why people can’t take the time,
To have a quick shower, and come up with a rhyme.
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