Shower Poem by Ima Ryma

I take a shower ev'ry morn,
A few minutes under the spray,
Sometimes happy, sometimes forlorn.
It's the start to another day.
I always do the same routine.
First comes shampooing of my hair.
Then comes the body soap hygiene,
Lathering up all my skin bare.
And then my fingers are scrub bound,
From my face and down to my toes,
Giving private parts a good round,
And then rinse off with nozzled hose.

Lastly it's time to dry off so
This naked bod is good to go.