The War Zone

I open the door to the bathroom The girls having just had their bath And what greets my eyes, I can only Describe as a nuclear aftermath! The carpet is perfectly sodden It’s been bombarded with towels and clothes Trickling down tiles is a long sticky mess From the shower gel that wasn’t closed, The bath sides are covered in shrapnel Bottle tops, bubble bath and shampoo With a blanket of talcum fallout Covering the toilet, sink and floor too, With the hostiles tucked into pyjamas At least warfare, now, can cease But it’s going to take forever To bring this ‘war zone’, peace, As I get to the end of the cleaning The girls’ father comes walking in “Is the water hot enough for a bath?” And the holocaust starts again!