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
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