A Bar of Mottled Soap

He thought he saw an Argument
That proved he was the Pope:
He looked again, and found it was
A Bar of Mottled Soap.
“A fact so dread,” he faintly said,
“Extinguishes all hope!”

Those fine folks at the Unemployed Philosopher’s Guild have come up with yet another fine item for Carrollians: Alice’s Tiny Little Hand Soap that “grows smaller and smaller with repeated use, then shrinks away altogether.” Just three bucks!