Poems in Praise of Practically Nothing VIII

You take a bath, and sit there bathing In water cold, in water scathing; You scrub till you're sans an epidermis. And feel like a regular bathing Hermes. You do not waste a single minute ; The tub shows how you worked while in it; You dry, and do some honest rooting For such remarkable abluting: —

Well, a day goes by, or ten, or thirty. And what thanks do you get? You're just as dirty!