Poetry Month Day 6 - In the Bath
In The Bath
Oh, I find much simple pleasure when I've had a tiring day
In the bath, in the bath!
Where the noise of gentle sponging seems to blend with my top A
In the bath, in the bath!
To the skirl of pipes vibrating in the boiler room below,
I sing a pot-pourri of all the songs I used to know,
And the water thunders in and gurgles down the overflow
In the bath, in the bath!
Then the loathing for my fellows rises steaming from my brain
In the bath, in the bath!
And condenseth to the Milk of Human Kindness once again
In the bath, in the bath!
Oh, the tingling of the scrubbing brush, the flannel's soft caress!
To wield a lordly loofah is a joy I can't express.
How truly is it spoken, one is next to Godliness
In the bath, in the bath!
Then there comes that dreadful moment when the water's running cold
In the bath, in the bath!
When the soap is lost forever and you're feeling tired and old
In the bath, in the bath!
It's time to pull the plug out, time to mop the bathroom floor.
The towel is in the cupboard, and the cupboard is next door!
It's started running hot! Let's have another hour or more
In the bath, in the bath!
I can see the one salvation of the poor old human race
In the bath, in the bath!
Let the nations of the world all meet together face to face
In the bath, in the bath!
One with Kissinger, Kosygin and all those other chaps,
Sadat and Chairman Mao, then we'll have some peace perhaps -
Provided Harold Wilson gets the end without the taps
In the bath, in the bath!
~ Flanders & Swann