A Wash for Josh
I tell you now my name is Josh.
I really do not like to wash.
I much prefer to lark about.
To sing and dance,
To scream and shout.
To bounce upon my springy bed
And jump so high I bang my head.
Soap and stuff's a load of tosh
So do not make me have a wash.
I'd rather play a game of chess -
Avoid the bathroom. Stay a mess.
Let me play just one more game.
You're getting stressed. I'm not to blame.
Can I just have an hour more?
Before I have to cross the floor
And head upstairs to meet my fate.
Could I consume just one more plate
Of warm spaghetti? Give me hope
That I can just avoid the soap.
Oh let me finish up this nosh
So I can still avoid a wash.
The guinea pigs need cleaning out.
It is my turn. There is no doubt.
I know I should have done it first.
I'm so remiss but what is worse?
Not splashing in a foamy bath
With Benj and Eli. What a laugh.
With bubbles rising to my neck
It's not so bad.
Oh what the heck.
Playing submarines in soap
Really it's no time to mope.
Those steamy bubbles call to me.
They liberate and set me free.
Sliding under without fear
And blowing bubbles from my rear.
Benj and Eli both complain
And so I do the same again.
Mum and Dad are soaking wet
But we three haven't finished yet.
Splashes, squirting, lots of fun
And then the chaos is all done.
The warmth, the steam the fun laughter.
Bedtime follows quite soon after.
A 'Harry Potter' page or two
Then snuggle down. The day is through.
I'll go this time but don't feel sorrow.
I'll still complain the same tomorrow.
