There's Nothing Like a Shower

Let Jacqueline, Jacque, and sophisticated Parisians rave about the Eiffel Tower Romantic poets write in egregious excess of their cozy, intimate leafy bowers Leave scientists and paleontologists to their study of fossils and dinosaurs-- As for me, nothing compares with a home-from-work, end-of-the-day shower. Political scientists dissect the machinations of international superpowers Historians pore over WW2 battles and the heroics of Dwight David Eisenhower Gardeners & green thumbers extol the myriad virtues of planting flowers-- But as for me, no occupation holds a candle to the pleasure of a bracing shower. The downtown office crowd breathlessly counts down the minutes to Friday's Happy Hour Bartenders mix exotic drinks like Coconut Pussycats, Lady Godivas, or plain old Whiskey Sours College professors soar above the mundane pursuits of common workers, in their cushy ivory towers-- Yet as for me, there's no finer pursuit than the anticipation of a relaxing, refreshing shower. Cooks and master chefs endlessly debate palate appeal of asparagus tips and fried cauliflower Efficiency experts squeeze the most from a production line's manpower output per man hour Grease jockeys and auto mechanics wax rapturous about muscle cars and their horsepower-- Whereas all I can think about the entire working day is returning home to a steamy, hot shower. So please remember, my friend: No matter how sour your whey No matter how dour your day No matter your willpower fade Your brainpower stray Even if your boss forgets your pay-- Simply wash all of your cares away With a shower at the end of each day!