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Rub-A-Dub-Dub
Rub-a-dub-dub
I figured as much,
Slipped in the tub
While playing double dutch.
Should have known
This was going to happen,
I should have postponed
And finished my nappin'.
Nothing seems to be going right
Fell on my head,
Doesn't give me much delight
I should have stayed in bed.
I picked myself up
And got right out,
Banged my knee on the tub
Then started to shout.
The flab turned and tossed
I fell into the toilet,
I was definitely crossed
Stubbed my toe, ok that's it!
Now, this really burns my a$$
Can't find the towel,
Bent over to pass gas
Let out a darn good yowl.
My hair got caught
On the damn doorknob,
To get it unwound, I fought
Standing there helpless, I sobbed.
Rub-a-dub-dub
I still haven't found my towel,
Won't get back into the tub
Have to empty my bowels.
Copyright Cynthia Jones
July.21/2005
What the HELL was I thinking. The bathtub now, is my enemy. LOL
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