A Poem for My Grandchildren

I wrote this poem before I had any grandchildren but, I have added it to a book of poems I have written for them.

Bathtub Blues

© 1998 Mollie Pearce McKibbon

There’s a hippo in our bathtub

And he’s used up all the soap.

He swallowed it so quickly

I can only see the rope!

He’s singing in our shower

And messing up the floor.

I know that Mom will holler

When she walks in the door.

And then, I’ll be in trouble

Because, the problem is

Hippos are known , like bubbles,

To quickly turn “invis”!