(It’s peaceful here)
No one asked where she was
Or how long she would be
When she drew a bath
And shaved her legs
Just above the knee
In her room was a drawer
Full of knickers still elastic
Clean and colour-coded
Nothing more fantastic!
After towelling her hair
And farewelling the moon
She arranged her six pillows
Into a spoon
In the morning she would rise
In her shower she would pee
Her mind was content
But for one hairy knee
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