Poetry Monday :: Bathtubs

Today it's Poetry Monday once again. The theme: Bathtubs!

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 Diane - who has taken over the hosting of  this challenge - and Mimi of Messymimi's Meanderings - who supplies us with many of the topics - are also writing wonderful, funny, thought-provoking, ingenious and honestly well written verse. Go and read them!
  Karen of Baking in a Tornado has joined us in this crazy pursuit, and promises us at least a poem a month!
  SpikesBestMate often publishes a nice verse in the comments.
  Jenny at Procrastinating Donkey who has been a faithful participant, is slowly returning to blogging after her husband's passing from this world. Let's continue to send warm thoughts, good energy, and lots of prayers her way, now that her mum's health is in need of a prayer too. But still we dare hope that she will join Poetry Monday again.
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  This sure is a thing worthy of praise, I remember them throughout all my life. The first as long as dad was tall in a cellar rickety and cold. Then later the luxury of a room with sea blue tiles and heating in the floor. Then the small one in our new house, that never turned into a home, the less said about this the better, except this is where I gave our cat a bath.
  Then I left home, and for some years I lived without one. It was hard. and when we went house hunting, one of my demands was: A bathtub! So now we have one once again, and MotherOwl loves her soak after a day in the garden or on the roads.

  I can't make a poem to praise the bathtub - maybe from the first lines above you see that I tried -  because every time I try, this one begins inside my brains.
  I bow to the master:

Bathing Song!
Sing hey! for the bath at close of day
that washes the weary mud away!
A loon is he that will not sing:
O! Water Hot is a noble thing!

O! Sweet is the sound of falling rain,
and the brook that leaps from hill to plain;
but better than rain or rippling streams
is Water Hot that smokes and steams.

O! Water cold we may pour at need
down a thirsty throat and be glad indeed;
but better is beer if drink we lack,
and Water Hot poured down the back.

O! Water is fair that leaps on high
in a fountain white beneath the sky;
but never did fountain sound so sweet
as splashing Hot Water with my feet!

J.R.R. Tolkien, The Fellowship of the Ring Chapter: A Conspiracy Unmasked.

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Next Monday: Halloween or your favourite Knock-Knock Joke