I wear a pair of rubber gloves
When I do the dishes.
I wear a napkin on my lap
When I’m eating fishes.
I wear a suit with leather shoes
When I’m feeling dapper,
So why can’t I dress like a clown
When I’m on the crapper?
Filed under Poems
Tagged as Clothes, Clowns, Humor, Poetry, Postaday, Quirks, Self Esteem, Slice of Life
Quite an entertaining poem. Thanks for making me smile! 🙂
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