Oh, bottle of All,
Though you be quite small
You have saved me from pain
And social distain.
Your super-concentrated viscosity
Quiets all feelings of animosity
Against the stain-laden clothes
That are ravaging my nose.
From undies to jeans
You fight like Marines.
And leave me singing
(Only to be silenced by neighbor’s pleading.)
Oh, tiny little friend,
On you I depend.
The end.
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