check out my poetry website at http://members.tripod.com/~Msimon13/page2.html Stormy Bathtub Seas every night at 7 precisely on the dot I scurried up to the bathroom, a tiny little tot I filled the tub with perfect water, not a bit too hot and I lowered myself in with a little toy yacht I set it afloat in the steamy water and meanwhile the room got hotter and hotter I created tidal waves and hurricanes all in one fell swoop and little tiny soldiers fell to a deck called poop. Sometimes daddy came along and made the sailors sing a song but I was creator of storm and gale and I was creator of wind and hail. The boat tossed about on stormy bathtub seas as I scrubbed and scrubbed from my ears to my knees after ahoy matey! and thar she blows! I knew it was time to get in my bedtime clothes. So out of the seas I brought my legs and toy boat came out, after many begs and rested its keel upon the sink to be used again at the signal of a wink.
Reason for writing:
when i was like two i had a little toy boat and I made it sail
in the bathtub.
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