Water Ways Old & New

From shower baths deliver me.
They make me lose my dignity.
The water hits just where I’m not,
Because I dodge the wettest spot.
I hate to get my eyes and ears
All full of soap and salty tears.
The HOT runs COLD and the COLD runs HOT
To burn or shiver is my lot.
I strain to keep my curls all dry,
But couldn’t do it if I die!
I drop my towel and wet my clothes,
And slip and slide and bump my nose.
O for a tub, to sit and soak,
And rest my feet like simple folk!
O for a tub where I can be
A happy soul with dignity!

(While I lived in the farm home with the Andersons, son Allan built a nice wooden bath tub.)