Robert J Moore Poet Rhyme

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                                        The Old Tin Bathtub

                                                      

 

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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

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Niketa Mckenzie December 12, 2017 at 10:24 AM love this bob reminded me of my dad Robert J Moore December 12, 2017 at 3:53 PM Thank you niketa, I was born in Manchester England, but I guess tin baths were used everywhere

Judith S December 12, 2017 at 5:03 AM Loved your poem Bob! Especially that you read it :). Best, Judy Robert J Moore December 12, 2017 at 3:55 PM and spoken in my best Manchester accent Judith, what is left of it after more than 50 years in Australia. Thank you for your comment x