I dreamt of dirt.
Of its sloughing off under the tap.
But oh, the horror of the pores
that extruded anew
a brackish paste,
a troubling stew.
And here I thought
my virtue bought,
until this taste
the nightmare wrought.
And a stern bellowing voice said

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