Washed Clean

Something kissed me in the fog It felt wet like an evening frog And not wet like a happy dog. It made me feel in need of a bath My body felt like a nasty spat All over it -one whose meals are gnats! I walked around feeling like a sore, Everyone was looking, I knew for sure; Then rain started to pour, and pour, Man and child fled from it in lief, However, I found it of great relief My only worry was that it was brief But it did me well and washed me clean And though drenched I had a grin That filled my face, you should have seen. Copyright © 2010 Leslie Alexis