Father of joking.
The Great One worships rapists.
Your "sentence" is grammatically correct, but makes very little sense (without context) and is 100% detached from the poem.
tbh, it's more cosmetic than functional, and actually requires little 'cleaning'.
Perhaps every 6 weeks or so I'll give the fixture a 'scrub' with baking soda, or a diluted soft-scrub Barkeepers Friend.
Ya, wtf ever happened to green Palmolive? It used to rule, now it totally blows! Then again, in Canada, Dawn was a tough find until maybe 8 or so years ago, But it's the best.
Ya...never had one in about 10 homes in my lifetime. They've always piqued my interest, though.
Nowadays I compost most scraps - gotta be careful bc we have racoons, skunks, fishers, lots of critters but mostly bc bears, and 'tis the season.
Those things are great; a daughter introduced them to me a while back and I pooh-poohed them at first. Now I swear by them.
To rest my legs in whilst bathing.
My right sink was briefly occupied and my ocd was twitching, so I switched things up and used the left sink. I feel like a rebel - almost a gadabout. I'm still a bit anxious about it, but there's definitely a 'spring' in my step.
He sharpened my knife - did great.
...ensuring the ginger bits are fully coated.
Perhaps, but after his session, everything is super chill.