The Woes of Washing Hands

Dry hands dry hands you give my face a glower.

Dry hands dry hands you feel full of flour.

The problem is with the foodsafety biz

is I wash my hands every hour.

Between that and the dishes it leaves me with wishes

that hydration was My superpower.

Dry hands dry hands those pots I had to scour

Have shrivelled my hands

But at least now those pans

Are all in a lovely clean tower.

Dry hands dry hands

there’s a simple enough solution

dry hands dry hands

It helps with your skin’s constitution

Lotion up, buttercup

When you have the time

Oh wait that’s funny, my dear honey,

‘Cause idle hands is a crime.

For to lotion a hand means to pause and to stand

And to cover that hand with slime.

So though soft hands are nice

I’ll get back to the rice

And keep on thinking in rhyme.

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