A Sob Story - Renaldo

He gets around in a wheelchair
Sometimes I push to show I care
Sobbing
Sometimes he sighs and sheds a tear
He looks at me eyes filled with fear
Sobbing
He takes a box of dominoes
Upon his lap each place he goes
Sobbing
Somehow he laughs and I can see
That he hates soap as much as me
That he hates soap as much as me
That he hates soap as much as me
Dominoes no longer excite me nasty black objects
What I need is tragic in the extreme
However you know I'm better off in my wheelchair
It has been rather noisy lately but I can't protest
Because cleanliness is next to Godliness and soap is not God
He now ignores me something to do with my reticence no doubt
No matter the hums do not intrude nor the squeaky wheels
Though the thought of soap still angers me one thing's for sure I'll never complain
Except of the chemist who tantalized me with good reason
Say no more I really have flipped and with just enough room to maintain an iota of sanity