“I know you want to eat it.
I know it smells divine.
But if you take a nibble
I’ll have to hear you whine.”
“But Mom, it looks so tasty!
And look—it’s just so cute!
It looks just like a rosebud,
And smells like one to boot!”
“You need to just resist it.”
“I can’t resist it—nope.”
“I told you. It’s disgusting.”
“You’re right. I don’t like soap!”
Image from Deposit Photos © de-kay 2009
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It’s like a mini-opera set in the bathroom of a suburban home!
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Complete with product placement! 😂
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heheh.. wow.. honestly I could not guess it a soap until I scrolled down
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Yeah, I think I was in an extra silly mood when I wrote this one 😂
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😁😁😁
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Now go and wash your mouth out! G:)
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But… but…!
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We’ll just call that little experience preventive treatment, since you know you will deserve to have your mouth washed out (yet again) sooner than later. In fact, you could do it regularly, once a week… 😋
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I’d protest, but it’s true 😂
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😘
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they look so eatable.
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Right?!
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Nice one!!!!😁😂😅
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Thanks Sandy! 😊
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Enough to drive one mad! Or foam at the mouth, anyway.
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Bahahaha. Foam at the mouth, indeed!
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😂😂
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😀 😀
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It’s happened too often. Why do the soap makers persist!!
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They’re a malicious bunch. Malicious and fragrant.
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he!he!he! 🙂 Thank you for bringing me these smiles — now the bathroom will never be the same again. 🙂
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Heh! I’m glad. Just don’t get tempted to nibble on any soap, okay? 😂
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Oh my goodness! I have been saved today – because i read your poem! 🙂 No nibbling in the bathroom. 🙂
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All i can think of is that scene in over the hedge
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