Bathing

Into the tub go the soldiers of peace.
Into the heart of a girl they reach.
There’s Barbie and Snoopy, just the head without limbs,
Then there’s a doll I suggested was in a collision.
There’s Roger the rabbit with his one lonely carrot
Hoping to ride the brown horse with a crack in…it.
Then there’s the accessories - the things that compete-
In the mind of a child - where things seem to fit.
A pan as a boat, or a plastic bed as a float,
Seem to be the things she plays with the most.
Even with all of the friends she enjoys,
Getting her to bathe still isn’t a joy…
If only she'd include the sopp as a toy.