(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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