He wore the shirt she met him in
      for many days, a week he thought,

Then finally she dared to speak,
      "Your shirt, it reeks, please wash it soon!"

She might as well have slapped his face,
      and yet they still fell fast in love,

But after this, his shirts were clean,
      were always different every day,

Since at the laundromat he found
      a plastic bottle green in hue

Containing simple laundry soap,
      the secret elixir of love.