Sense Sonnet - Pumper

 My Blobs

It is a time and place the blobs

Do get my full attention to

Remind me that they are in gobs.

Most of them old but some are new,

In varied color, shape and size.

I notice the blobs be by sight.

One looks like Jesus, no surprise.

Long time it's been around alright.

Sometimes I touch to get a feel

If a particular blob should

Be one I maybe should reveal

To Doc to check if bad or good.

My blobs do make my shower scene,

All soaped and rinsed, for now they're clean.