With all that teaches
You to dread
The bath as little
As your bed

But 'ere you spend
That shining hour
With sponge and spray
And sluice and show'r

Remeber who'so'er
You be
To shut the door
And turn the key

I had a friend
(my friend no more)
Who failed to bolt
The bathroom door

A maiden aunt
Of his, one day,
Walked in, as half submerged
He lay

And did not notice
Nephew John
And turned the
Boiling water on

He had no time
(nor even scope)
To camouflage himself
With soap

But gave a yell
And flung aside
The sponge
'neath which he ought to hide

He flew like Venus
From the foam
Sprang into view
And made for home

His aunt fell fainting
To the ground
Alas, they never
Brought her 'round

She died in testate
In her prime
A victim of
Another's crime

And John can never
Quite forget
How by a breach of
Etiquette

He lost at one fell
Swoop (or plunge)
His aunt, his honor
And his sponge.