Bathroom Fiddler | POEM I loved playing about with the soap and the sponge in the bathroom I'm the bathroom fiddler, The bathroom twiddler, The foodler and the doodler, The dawdler and the diddler, I dibble and I dabble, I meddle and I muddle, When it's time for me to wash, When I know it's time for bed. When I go up to the bathroom to get ready for bed I don't get washed straight away I fiddle and I muck. I pick up the toothbrush and I bite the bristles, I get the bristles in my teeth and I pull I pull I heave I have a tug-o-war with the toothbrush I'm winning I'm winning! YEURCHK. My mouths full of bristles. I get the can of talcum powder I hold it in my hand I drop my hand down fast and out comes a puff of powder but it falls to the floor. HEY! IT'S SNOWING IN HERE. I make the mixtures in the sink pour in the shampoo and the bubble bath whisk it all up to make the bubbles then I say, "OKAY you bubbles, you're finished." At that, I blow huge puffs of air and the bubbles pop all over the place. Then I stick my finger down the plughole and scoop out the mucky stuff down there and then I stand and dream sucking on the sponge on the sponge the sponge sponge.