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The toothbrush starts, “Enameled crooked crescents fence a cavern filled by slimy growths and walls that tense.” The towel ruffles, “Four protrusions rife with joints; the fifth a rounded stump with sev’ral gentle points.” “Agreed. The knobs and knuckles wear a supple coat;” the loofah huffs, “it’s gritty, slick, and prone to bloat.” The eyebrow brush retorts, “It’s two retracting domes that cause a row of strands to flutter when one roams.” “While ‘domes’ is right, I venture ‘jiggle’ as more apt - along with perky, tapered tips.” the brassiere flapped. The ****** giggle, “‘Bouncy’ could suffice as well, but don’t forget the dampened folds and prickly swell.” “Absurd!” exclaims the hairbrush, “More like brittle twine; Entangled, oily knots that never quite align.” “Not twine, but thistles bushing out in sweeping arcs,” the razor sighs, “from paper that too clearly marks.” A glassy voice laments, “Not one of them’s correct - how easy this would be, if you could all reflect.”
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Apr 3, 2021
Apr 3, 2021 at 2:07 PM UTC
A Picture - Verse in Loo of a Woman