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Wet Elbows
when eating food there comes a time to wash your hands before you dine the water is warm the soap will foam now dry your hands before you comb when reaching for the paper towel the water on your hands will prowl leaking down your arm inside your sleeve wet elbows now, oh what a peeve! wet elbows wet elbows web elbows in your shirt wet elbows wet elbows wet elbows don't really hurt but no one likes wet elbows	[image needed]
© 2006 - Ryan Tomko - Poems or portions thereof may not be reproduced in any form for any purpose unless you ask real nice
The concept for this poem first came to me while i was at a curling bonspiel in a small backwater town outside of Winnipeg. I was washing up before going to munch on some potato chips and i thought that bathrooms should be designed such that the paper towels are at the same level as the sink so that you don't have to reach up and have the water run down your arm. Man, i think wet elbows suck like very lots.