Bath Time

• Gemma Beatton, Grade 7
• Poetry
• 2015

My mum decides I need a clean
But I don't know what she means
I run up the stairs in a rush
And trip over in a mush
I get ready for the bath
But I take too long and feel my mum's wrath
I eventually get in
And have a good swim
I hop out and start getting ready for bed
But I hear my mother going off her head
Maybe I got ready a bit late
So goodnight now my good mate!