WRITTEN FOR MY SON (RIP PHILIP)

Who told me poetry went right over his head so I asked him to give me a first line so that I might write a poem he did understand. It worked!

PASS THE SOAP

Said Daisy coyly “Pass the soap

forget your rubber ducky.

I’ll scrub your back if you’ll scrub mine.”

Said Edward, “You’ll be lucky!

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Now move your feet, they’re in the way

my ducky wants to swim,

and I need lots of elbow room

to launch my submarine.”

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Incensed, the furious Daisy rose

and stepped out of the tub.

“What happened to the romance, Ed ~

now you prefer your sub?”

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She donned a robe and dried her hair

and screamed and cried and taunted,

but Ed, absorbed by duck and sub

ignored her rage undaunted.

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So Daisy, bitterly bereft

said “Ed, you're such a dope”

then dropped the drier in the bath.

“You should have passed the soap.”