Dirty Loincloth – A Poem

What’s the time?

Half past nine.

Hang your loincloth on the line.

When it’s dry, does it shine?

Maybe yours does, but not mine!

Remove the stains and it’ll be fine!

Easy care, easy wear.

 

Summer breeze

Makes me feel fine,

Blowing through the loincloth

On my line.

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