Just when you thought it was safe to walk away from the toilet.
With a tip of the hat to designanator…
The linens are washed or at the dry cleaners, the semblance of order is almost back to its prevaricating usualness, and the husband is boldly cooking up sloppy joe’s for dinner. Feeling more like himself again, the Child of Four has reinstated his demands for 24/7 “Wow, Wow Wubzy” broadcasts and plentiful chocolate milk en sippy cup.
Things and germs have a way of going round, however. Yes, I know they were just put away; bring the bowls back. The farmer is hugging porcelain. She has a thing for toilets, you know.
And some people like cake.
A mighty creature is the germ,
Though smaller than the pachyderm.
His customary dwelling place
Is deep within the human race.
His childish pride he often pleases
By giving people strange diseases.
Do you, my popet, feel infirm?
You probably contain a germ.