Friday, August 15, 2008

Some Poetry For Friday

Heading for the shower now, work-out was short and brisk,
like a Mary-Lou Retton rejecting me as a prom date.

My chlorine-free shower head is off-limits to me,
because the old man at the next head is sticking his butt into foreign territory.

Sucks for me, cause the old guy is the one bogarting two shower areas, yet I'm the one who'll come away with red eyes.



Julia said...

How did the Y manage to get chlorine-free shower heads? I haven't heard of this invention before. I want it for our house!

-R- said...

I love a good Mary Lou Retton simile any day.