When Grandma Broke Bath Time

Days full of sunshine, laughter, and playing in grass,
I enjoy my time with Grandma, but that will not last.

Covered in dirt and my dinner to the bathroom I totter,
I clap with delight as the tub fills with water.

Bath time is my favorite as everyone knows,
My smile grows brighter as I take off my clothes.

Thoughts of splishing and splashing with suds on my head,
Then relaxing a few moments before whisked off to bed.

But Grandma is in charge tonight.  Oh, boy! A surprise!
A new bath time toy that shoots soapy water in eyes.

A startled expression and look that asks, “Why?”
A quivering lip, and then a loud cry.

Grandma laughs and says, “It’s alright,
You’re just being a little extra fussy tonight.”

Bath time continues over my firm objection,
All I want is a little Grandmotherly affection.

“Laughter’s not helping,” I say through my cries,
While rubbing and rubbing and rubbing my eyes.

Bath time’s finally over; I’m out of the tub;
But my tears are still flowing, my eyes I still rub.

Placed on cold sheets, I cry louder than ever,
“Do you want me to hate bath time forever?”

Eventually Grandma gets it together,
She finally sooths me with a song and a sweater.

Grandmas are fun and baths should be too,
but to have one Grandma needs to stay far from the loo.