Playing in the Bath

by Adam Rafael Holmes aged 8

Father Christmas duck is having a rest.
At eating, Sharky is the best.
Snappity is drifting closely by
And the E45 lid is as blue as the sky.
The bubbles have now all gone flat.
Wet footprints can be seen trodden in the mat.

Little yellow Belfast Duck floats on his back
As tiny Adam Duck makes a bubbly “quack, quack, quack.”
Green Turtle breathes a sigh of relief
When the turquoise foot scrub blunts Purple Crab’s teeth.
His sodden pincers are grabbing at air
As he quickly descends down to his lair.
Pirate Boy sinks to the bottom of the sea.
But he bumps into silent Snappity.
“Help, help!” he gasps, but only bubbles rise up.
Snappity tries to eat them, and gets stuck in a cup.

Pirate Boy bobs and up comes his hat,
Then magical Yellow Fish turns into a bat.
He grabs the hat and up Pirate Boy rises,
A flannel on top gives him disguises.

Thermometer Duck bleeps “It’s gone too cold”
And I leap out of the bath, looking very bold.
Don’t let’s forget flat Orange Turtle,
Who is as funny as Harry Potter’s Moaning Myrtle.

One Response to “Playing in the Bath”

  • Tracey Holmes

    I think this is a beautiful, brilliant and thought-provoking poem. Well done Adam!

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