There's a mermaid in my bath

There’s a little mermaid in my bath 

I know she’s there, I heard her laugh. 

Making bubbles with the soap, 

And splashing as she does back stroke. 

I hope she knows to clean her toes

Behind her ears, below her nose. 

And though I haven’t got a tail, 

I gather it could smell quite stale, 

Like Poppa’s feet or old sardines 

Unless she gave it quite a clean. 

Though she isn’t making trouble 

I’m more than just a little puzzled. 

Did she climb up through the drain? 

And does she plan to come again? 

Then with a flicker and a glug 

She disappears back down the plug. 

A glistening, scaly tailed delight, 

I hope she’s back tomorrow night.

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