Bath time
by Sophie Masson
Soap-fish, soap-fish, slipping through my fingers,
Soap-dish, soap-dish, sailing like a boat.
Toothbrush, toothbrush, turning into long-ship,
Hairbrush, hairbrush, learning how to float.
Look! One hand’s a submarine,
The other a breaching whale,
My toes are pointed coral rocks,
There’s the splash of a dolphin’s tail!
My bath’s become an ocean,
And I’m the sailor bold
Who roams the wild blue yonder–
Until the water gets cold!
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