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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!