“I’ve told ya,” he said,

His cheeks flushed with pink,

“It ought not be done,

Here in the sink.”

 

“It’s twisted & tangled,

And a Bobby might stick.

Wouldn’t a problem be,

If it weren’t so thick.”

 

He handed me the bent wire,

“And that there’s the rub,

Of washing it here,

Instead of the tub”