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
Joanne Fisher
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.
Please donate. You must see by now I need help… 🙂
©2020 Joanne Fisher
That’s hilarious! Don’t apologise, you made my day.
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love the way you put it ♡♡♡♡
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Thanks 😉
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♡♡♡just wet me sometimes, and I’ll spring back to life on song♡♡♡♡
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I think this is great, Johanna. My poetry is always so intense and I don’t seem to be able to get into a suitable frame of mind to join in this challenge.
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What a brilliantly humorous love poem. It’d go great inside a Valentine’s card.
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Thanks lol 😁
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Oh, my. This was so terrible!
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I’ve started to have this morbid fascination about how awful I can’t make things… 😁
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*can (not can’t)
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That’s a great typo though! 🙂
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Congrats on the win!!!
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You did it. You used the word ‘moist’.
Bugger, I have now.
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Yes my least favourite word 😁
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It’s not quite up to the standard of Vogon poetry, but it does still make me want to scratch a blackboard so that I can stop thinking about it.
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