creative homework ...
i once complained to a friend that i was bored at work (who, me?!) ... she responded with a list of 'creative homework' for me to complete to keep myself (and her) entertained ... the first assignment read as follows:
Your shampoo has fallen in love with your soap. Help it write a love letter.
i am quite proud of my response:
Over there
on your shelf
I can hardly contain
my volumizing self
And when you work
to trap the dirt
that’s when I look down in awe
from my hairy perch
And see you, darling
your bubbly true self
released from behind bars
your spring-like smell
And soon, my sweet
we will take that ride
down the body together
when I can’t hide
My exhilaration
at our sudsy union
a PH balance
made in heaven
A roller coaster
of emotion and pain
as we loose ourselves
down the drain
My soapy lover,
I know that you are Irish and I am nothing but a silly Italian concoction, but I assure you … I do have style! My friend xxxxxxx has arranged a meeting for us on this dirty-girl we clean. Take the right shoulder down past the collar bone and you’ll hit a beautiful, smooth, almost horizontal bit. Hang on there, my love, and wait for me. Try not to slip ... and I will try not to come too early this time!
Thinking of you,
Alberto
Your shampoo has fallen in love with your soap. Help it write a love letter.
i am quite proud of my response:
Over there
on your shelf
I can hardly contain
my volumizing self
And when you work
to trap the dirt
that’s when I look down in awe
from my hairy perch
And see you, darling
your bubbly true self
released from behind bars
your spring-like smell
And soon, my sweet
we will take that ride
down the body together
when I can’t hide
My exhilaration
at our sudsy union
a PH balance
made in heaven
A roller coaster
of emotion and pain
as we loose ourselves
down the drain
My soapy lover,
I know that you are Irish and I am nothing but a silly Italian concoction, but I assure you … I do have style! My friend xxxxxxx has arranged a meeting for us on this dirty-girl we clean. Take the right shoulder down past the collar bone and you’ll hit a beautiful, smooth, almost horizontal bit. Hang on there, my love, and wait for me. Try not to slip ... and I will try not to come too early this time!
Thinking of you,
Alberto
Labels: poetry?
1 Comments:
that made me smile this dreary morning long weekend saturday has given us.
:)
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