Hands
Hands
Riddle me this, or
Riddle me that.
If you get it right,
I’ll eat my hat.
They could be hard,
but be soothed with oil;
and they could be cleaned
since they’re a bit soiled.
But I am digressing,
And it’s easy to do,
so I’ll go on with my
mini-mystery for you.
What it is that tells time
on the minute or hours,
and holds the bar of soap
As you take a shower?
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