Not a speckle, put enough and even the soft of your thumb cuts grease, hard on sponges fingernails and stains, through and through a sweating rag. Not a blemish, for each load of whites and brights, paste to scrub the grout and tile, the heaps and mounds of laundry, soaking in solution it’s Mother Nature powered by, The water we drink. Not a comma, Not a period, in these lines, When we clean with Oxiclean.
art by Pragna Gaddamedi (@prgs.jpeg)1
Poetry Tip of the Day!
Punctuation. We are told nothing would make sense without punctuation. Every book would be just a fat run-on sentence, and there would be no questions or excitement. Just words and monotony. But this poem exists in my world—where punctuation is a blemish on the beauty of the English language. That’s why we have OxiClean! It works great on poems too. It gets rid of all of the dirt and grime of punctuation. See what kind of poem you get when you use OxiClean!
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Ingenious.