Thy bane!

Water drips onto porous excellence. A glorious sud of bubbles soak upon thee. soon it be I yet soaked. Through every dish I splash quite a mess. Night after night day after day. My dried and tired hands lie cracked and bleeding yet you dare not tire. Eagerly you yearn to explore yet more. Conqueror of the dingy. demolisher of dirt and grime. Time and again you’ve stood strong this be no lie! Tough to break through but leaves not a scratch. oh look I’ve just got me another crack. Be it yet the water and not this squish of fun. For the cleaning must not go undone. Scrub a dub dub. This is certainly not a tub. But this little sponge offers lots to love. Bye to sickness and up for health throw that botulism off my shelf. Oh, my sweet stinky loveable sponge. It’s seems your time has left you undone. Torn and tattered you’ve fallen flat. My squishy friend has met it’s match. You cleaned and gleamed everything it seems. What a spectacular sparkle you’ve have been.