Cleanliness

Icannot speak to Godliness, as

It’snever been my bailiwick.

Ifholy scripture was my sea

I’dwind up floating like a brick.

 

Butcleanliness is something that,

Asage advances, I embrace with

Openvisage as a sign of

Eleganceand humble grace.

 

Thegreat unwashed may have their reasons,

Muckand mud may have a season, but

Itseems barely short of treason

Withsoap and water near at hand.

 

Stopthe crying, no more sighing,

Doesn’ttake a lot of trying.

Thereis simply no denying,

Noway to misunderstand.

 

Nastyhas a time and place.

Grungyhas its hour,

Butwhen the dirty work is done

Bekind enough to bathe or shower.