How the Ocean Pours

When I first saw this wet sight, and of it coming down,

The brain said think around.

Let everyone go out and play.

On the surf boards or what, how should I know.

In any and all of your clothes.

I'll add a ring of soap around the top.

When you came back in change your clothes,

Then do it again,

Well I thought This would do the thing,

The end of dirty clothes day for me.

Then I remember how soap tasted in ones mouth.

Back to the laundry mat is me

6-01-2008

A contest entry

About the ocean by Uglyblackdog. 450 points, ended June 3, 2008, 12 entries
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Sandygram
June 5, 2008

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HeHeHe!!!!!
Oh this was cute Mac. Made me smile my friend. You do have a way with words that brings smiles and sunshine to me and others. Thank you for that. Somedays smiles they are far and few and much needed.

Bless You,
Sandy
PureCountry
June 3, 2008

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My Brother, Would
that the seemingly endless exercises of life could deal with so easily. Perhaps there is a lesson for us even in the act of doin laundry. I will admit I have yet to find it though.

Great Orignality and Concept. Wonderfully Written!
Uglyblackdog
June 3, 2008
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very out of the box and creative!!
z etoile
June 2, 2008
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Your poems are real life poems. You got the down to earth poems. I enjoy reading them great job!
Katie Lazette
June 1, 2008
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Cute Poem Mac
This gave me a chuckle. I too remember the taste of soap in my mouth. Aahh memories...Katie