‘Twas a thankless job, but she had to do it, anyway. ¿How else could she afford the spinach her bones required to keep their subsistence?
No matter how many times she rubbed, the side o’ the inside o’ the countryside coast wouldn’t shine. Her arms ached with scrubbing–as well as her back–but nothing changed. So much strong sour soap scents nauseated her stomach.
So she tossed the sponge, tossed the soap, & then the bucket–she tossed them all in the channel. She changed the channel & walked on. They ne’er found her ‘gain.