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”!