She gripped the tap and squeezed its arms,
But moan and tears were all she won.
Tried out mirror, she wiped the mist
Right off the air which missed the sun.
They would not go, her mossy toes,
Her hair sunk in ginger ale.
Such insolence that she could stand
But then flipped at sudden flush.
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