I took my yearly bath today, Lots of dirt got soaked away. Why I bother, I sure don't know, But I bathed myself head to toe. I used a bar of scented soap, To smell a bit sweeter, what a hope. When I tried to wash my hair, My brush and comb stood up to stare. My nails are in a terrible state, Shall I cut them, shall I wait. And what behind my dirty ears, I haven't washed them in thirty years. My teeth like stars come out at night, If I clean them, they'll get a fright. The talcum powder on the shelf, Said touch me not, I'll kill myself. You know you really shouldn't laugh, Its very courageous to take a bath. And the feeling I've got is akin to fear, I'll have to bathe again next year. © 2006 Bernard Shaw Source ~ Poetry Galore

Midi playing ~ "Splish Splash"
Source ~ 1950s Midi Music

Artist
~believed to Laurie Furnell~
 

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