Death In the Bath

There was an old dear She is no longer here As one day she fancied a bath Her son said, she was too old for all that To shower instead and don’t be so daft A cantankerous old biddy And ignoring his pleas She began to feel giddy And sunk to her knees The pain it was awful She could not get out Tears welled in her eyes As she started to shout But no one was there to hear her pleas As she tried to kneel on her knobbly knees And the poor old dear She is no longer here She was finally found In her bath - she had drowned So after the age of seventy Try not to act too rebelliously Do not cause a furore See the moral of this story If you don’t want to drown in your bath Leaving others with the aftermath To die in your bath is not a pretty sight As when you are found you will look such a fright All wrinkled and red, as you will be dead So listen when told if you want to grow old No bathing for you, try a shower instead 30th September 2018 EARLY POEM CONTEST Sponsor Brian Strand