Oh, kitchen sponge,
Cleanse thyself.
Try turning yourself,
Inside out.
A great job you do,
Just done so well.
But, after a while,
Boy! You smell!
You clean the dishes,
Frying pan, too.
Has to be something,
To clean up you.
I’ve tried bleach,
I’ve tried strong soap.
I guess I’ll just,
Throw you out.
We’ve had fun,
Great cleaning\'s been had.
Tossing you away,
Makes me sad.
But, it’s time to go,
You’re disgusting and dark,
Off to the store,
A new sponge in my cart.
Oh, don’t you look,
At me that way.
This new sponge will,
Look like you someday.