On February 20 of this year, I posted an entry about the Scrub Daddy Sponge my sister put in my Xmas stocking.
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The Demise of Scrub Daddy
Scrub Daddy, Scrub Daddy, where you gone?
There in pieces, so limp and wan,
you hardly seem the selfsame sponge
meant to scour and expunge
clinging morsels of cooked-on rice
when I swipe once and maybe twice.
Yet after only thirty days,
I must amend my former praise,
for after one-too-many rubbings,
you haven’t very many scrubbings
left in you. You’ve lost your heart,
unstiffed your starch, fallen apart!
Scrub Daddy, Scrub Daddy, I won’t buy
another cut-out scrub sponge guy.
I’ll make do with a simple square
that’s lacking mouth and eyes and hair.
Though you’d win any cuteness casting,
I’ll choose a sponge that’s longer lasting!
Now, if you want to know the full story of Scrub Daddy, read my earlier posting about him Here.
And, if you want to know the final outcome of this story, read this:
https://judydykstrabrown.com/2016/06/14/scrub-daddy-goes-on-fiesta/
and, since this post follows in the footsteps of an earlier one, I’m posting it in Footsteps as well.
I remember that post. Poor ‘ol Scrub Daddy…may he R.I.P.
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I haven’t scattered the remains yet. Unable to think of an appropriate spot.
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haha… I should have said, Rest in Pieces! 🙂 I’m sure you’ll prepare a proper funeral for Scrub Daddy, being he was a pseudo-celebrity on your blog!
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Ha. May I steal that line, ghost???
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For a minute, I thought it was another bag job by Morrie!
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I prefer to believe Scrub Daddy faked his death, finding some rotting sponge cousin’s corpse to convince you. He is living on the beach in La Manzanilla using a fake name (Soaked Papa?), wearing shades, dodging those pesky found-object art collectors and roving beach dogs, soaking up sunshine, tequila, and rum. That smile will never leave his ever-plastered, contented face! Sponge Bob comes over for an evening of dice most Wednesdays.
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Ha! Thanks for giving Scrub Daddy a happier life’s ending! You know Sponge Bob is very popular in Mexico, so they are bound to have a very active social life, devoid of hard labor as in the past.
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Judy, Judy why so blue?
Judy, Judy what can we do?
We are in the business of making smiles
Please don’t throw us in another pile!
Email Danielle@scrubdaddy.com
We promise it’ll be da bomb
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The Demise of Scrub Daddy (For Danielle)
I love Scrub Daddy but he don’t love me,
for he left me––as you can see.
Two months or three he stayed intact,
then fell apart, it is a fact.
Ironically, it was his smile
that did him in that final mile.
I love Scrub Daddy and miss him so.
I’m neither his enemy nor his foe.
We’d be friends still if he hadn’t split
And that, Danielle, is the truth of it!!!
Rest in Pieces, Scrub Daddy!!!!
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We’re sorry to hear about your Scrub Daddy blues.
We don’t want it to be true!
We hope you’ll give us one more chance.
Please don’t take a negative stance.
Respond back with your mailing address
And we’ll do the rest!
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I can imagine Scrub Daddy has ended up in the ocean, with all the other bits of plastic?
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He may be in with my art stuff someplace..He’d make great clouds, painted white! I fear, however, that you are correct.
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