The Stain Poem by MusicMan McCormick
The Stain
Frustrated I touch that spot, so dry and wet
I rub it until I'm satisfied
But I hunger for more
It still remains the obsession
It won't be complete until erased
I rub vigourously until it's gone
Ohhh....perfect all gone
I get out the vaccum hoover and suck it up till nothing is left
Clean as a whistle I run my fingers through the moist bristles
The stain is gone
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