Bath-time at the O.K. Coral
By - B.L.Cann
It's Sunday, and bath-time, the neighbours can tell,
As our youngest offspring starts to rant and yell,
You'd think sheer murder was being done within,
By the volume of noise; a remarkable din !
When mixed, dirt and water, he'll gladly attract,
But he's not keen on soap, and that is a fact,
The bathroom looks like a hurricane's been through,
It's one heck of a hassle, I can assure you !
Like a bucking bronco he dodges about,
Until he's in the tub, then you can't get him out,
To get some dirt off him was our simple ploy,
~Till he's finally out, and.... we've got the wrong boy !
