I went to Target after work
And got myself a treat
A bright blue pair of rubber gloves
I think they’re pretty neat
They’re padded and they’re moisturized
To help protect my hands
And keep my skin from drying out
While washing pots and pans
Cause otherwise my fingertips
Will crack and peel and bleed
And putting up with pain like that
Is something I don’t need
And soon it will no longer hurt
To hold a drawing pen
Until that day you’ll have to bear
With poems like this again!
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