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 foot prints,
up and down the floor.
They’re firing off their water guns,
at targets 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.
Ruby Jeanette Woods