Smock's classic all-time haiku, author unknown, is a great one:
tiny hotel soap
too small to wash my body
yet i take you home
On a semi-related note, this worthy addiction* goes out to Bill Luse who has something of a fetish on the subject and is currently attending a twelve-step program in Wisconsin. No word if Ms. Hayek is seeking help for hers.
* - For me not to make any further comment on this story requires the forbearance of ten men. The only way I can convey the strength of the pull is to imagine Michael Scott being given the perfect opportunity to say "and that's what she said". And he didn't! Instead I'll just ask the reader to kindly provide his own punchline(s).