In realms of mind where thoughts do dwell,
I have a wonderful tale to tell.
Of towels and faces, be my guest,
here I am, to give my best.

Treat your towel with utmost care,
Its fibres soft, your burdens bear.
For in the morn, you might regret,
That towel's touch shall change your fate.

The part once used to cleanse behind,
Shall rise anew, your face to find.
A whimsical journey, unforeseen,
From buttocks clean to visage pristine.

So, treat your towel, oh, so well,
For its touch on cheeks will surely tell,
That in life's twists and turns we find,
Surprising paths, so unconfined.