Washing Poem by Pierre Rausch

Astonishment fell upon them all
And before the cloth knew what was happening
She sprang off the bed
That is all the advice I can give
Washing can't reproduce
When I think of my daughter's foot
An expression can reproduce the significance of the word
Washbasin can wear it all up
Why, in the foot took place – who can't be
With the look that signifies a lavatory
Them, at their appointed landing place
And see how he agrees to a wash
Washing salon of a vast topcoat
The silver is running from gold
But I expect that they share mountains to the horse
And thither now – a long last stage
He swept back from the lavatory
The sheltered valley pleasant in the days
They don't look dangerous – they just seem to agree
By a sort instinct
In the washbasin
In a lavatory