Let Me Be Your Sponge Mop
Girl let me be your sponge mop
just squeeze me and I’m ready to pop
full of moist love for you
I know you feel the same way too
Let me be your sponge mop
I’ll absorb your tears once they drop
I know you often have to cry
when you’re finished, just squeeze me dry
So let me be your sponge mop
and after we’re done, I’ll still be your sop
but just don’t leave me to dry in your bucket too long
just wet me sometimes, and I’ll spring back to life on song
Firstly, I would like to apologise to the Universe and everyone living in it for this poem. I’m sorry.
This was written with the prompt love provided by Chelsea Owens’s Weekly Terrible Poetry Contest #57. So Chelsea shares some of the blame for this.
©2020 Joanne Fisher