Bath Time In the 40's

by Robert ( Bob) Moore © 2015 When I was a kid with a dirty neck my mam would scream “wash it”, I’d run like ‘eck grow spuds in your ears, she’d yell at me I didn’t care, I couldn’t see I’d go as long as I could, thinking nothing was wrong Till somebody said, boy, you sure do pong then out with the bathtub, hot water and soap scrub till your raw, with a sponge felt like rope Then off to bed, all clean and sleek won’t need another, least not for a week then it will start, all over again Having a bath, it was such a pain