by Colleen McGuinness
(England)
The room of the bath
is the place to be.
Alive with music
Why not enter and see.
The sink is giggling with tears of joy
At the toilet roll wriggling around the floor.
The mirror is admiring the hair of the boy
While the dancing towel makes moves on the door.
A bright white bath gurgling with such greed
along with the tap sweetly singing aloud.
The toilet bowl’s belly wants a feed
And the shampoo bottle shouts ever so proud.
Hugs are given gently with care
from the shower curtain just standing there.
The heart of the house is here to share
Come in, come in, and pull up a chair.
The room of the bath
is the place to be.
Alive with music
Why not enter and see.
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