Ode to Purple Rubber Gloves
Kitchen gloves you saw me through
Mounds of dishes and piles of goo -
That muck of leftovers and stinking rot,
Especially for all of that I got
You oh so many moons ago.
But now away! to that place below
Cities, parks, fields, and promontories.
Yes, the landfills chock-full of stories,
Old hubcaps, diapers, love letters, and plastic.
Now I have to go buy a new pair. Blast it!
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