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BB's in the Bathtub
by A. Paige White
Oh, what a beautiful, trusting face
All alight with a shining grin.
One hand held out triumphant
At the doorway as he walks in.
"Look Mom! I finally got it right."
"I've practiced much and hard!"
"I actually finally got one
Right outside, but close to our yard."
How my stomach dropped and queased.
It was one pampered, well-fed songbird.
Immediately my soul was quite displeased
With my cherished, cherubic man-child.
Lord, you know how we've strung and hung
Little houses so they might safely feed.
And planted bathes of water
When for drought they have sore need.
So now with ears and face glowing brightly red,
I'll take myself to another room
And kneel beside my bed
To thank you for BB's in my bathtub.
I know not how they migrate there
And in times past stirred me up to fret.
Now I'll pick them out with grateful care.
If there, they're not a feathered threat.
Which one? The VCR? or the VHS?
01/24/2001 Author's Note: I know "queased" isn't really a word. But... I think it oughta be... ;-}
Posted on 08/17/2006
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