Deadly Soap
by Ted L Glines
It came in the mail - little box
it was light - could not be rocks
opened it up with expectant hope
it was a bar of handmade soap
never believe promotion fables
always read those boring labels
“olive (somehow) saponified
(likely meant it was boiled or fried)
almond oil and coconut
(does that sound good or cool or what)
palm oils - cocoa butter
(your taste buds dancing all a-flutter)
avocado oil - jungle scents”
(to calm your soul - so drawn and tense)
ingredients sounded nice and sweet
and the soap smelled good enough to eat.
After a bath in something like this
you come out smelling like bouquet bliss
to smell like this is something rare
so you step outside - you need to share
the whole back yard - hopping flutter
you'll think me a looping crazy nutter
birds of every colored hue
red and yellow - some were blue
knew for sure I was under attack
the look in their eyes - I was a snack
cheep cheep warble SCHMARK! ! ! SCHMARK! ! !
they thought I smelled so blamed nutricious
tasty - yummy - downright delicious
it was fast - you mark my words
gobbled by southsea island birds
they left me looking somewhat bereft
when they got done - not a morsel left
all because - like a brain-dead dope
I'd taken a bath with that deadly soap.
On iReport.com 21 December 2008
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