Here’s a poem I wrote a while back, just a little nonsense something!
Roosters In My Bathtub~
There are roosters in my bathtub,
and they’re splashing all about.
They’re frothing up the bubbles,
they’re hopping in and out.
They’re leaving three-toed footprints,
up and down the floor.
They’re firing off their water guns
at the target on the door.
I’m not sure how they got here,
or where they’ll go back to.
But roosters in my bathtub?
This simply will not do.