After a Bath

February 1, 2014 at 8:25 pm Leave a comment

Child's Bath
by Aileen Fisher

After my bath
I try, try, try
to wipe myself
till I’m dry, dry, dry.

Hands to wipe
and fingers and toes
and two wet legs
and a shiny nose.

Just think how much
less time I’d take
if I were a dog
and could shake, shake, shake.

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