I was bored, alone, and sitting in my room
Which had nothing inside, somber as a tomb,
When I looked down and exclaimed, “Gosh!
I’ll bet my shadow is dirty!” So, I put it in the wash.
Now, this surely was no regular chore
I don’t even recall doing it before.
Yet I’ve had my shadow for almost fifteen years!
I’ll bet if it weren’t black, all the filth would appear.
But as it is, the dirt doesn’t show…
Whether it needed cleaning, I didn’t know.
I opened the soap bottle and let it pour,
Then I capped it off and shut the door.
Now, earlier that day, I had played sports
And decided to wash my red gym shorts.
So, I had placed it in the washing machine –
The very same, where my shadow was being cleaned!
Oh no! Oh dear! I didn’t think!
I took out my shadow...it now was pink.
Take caution from this tale, since it’s not a joke:
“Do not fix it, if it isn’t broke.”
Poem: Shadow Cleaning
