Bathtime Blues
He fell asleep in the bath
When he was drunk
Slept so long
His body shrunk
To such a small
Miniscule size
He couldnt be seen
By human eyes.
When he awoke
It was far too late
For him to avoid
His horrible fate.
His wife pulled the plug
Allowing the water to send
Him down the drain
And round the bend.
For a year she was
An abandoned wife
And then she got on
With the rest of her life
There’s a moral to this story
Don’t take a bath take a shower
There’s no chance of falling asleep
And it uses far less power.
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