Red Wash Cloth

Red Wash Cloth

Was walking the road
Trying to loosen my load
And what did I see
Lying in front of me
A wet red was cloth
Hoping for mine to be

I walked on past
This urge can't last
What could I do
I haven't a clue
With a wet red stash

Well I walked on past
The urge could not last
Some one else can wring it out
And wash it under a spout
And on I go very fast

Rabid Poet