One Single Impression: Bathing
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Saturday Night Bathing
Each Saturday night
Mum bathed her little babies
still bathes them now grown
Wash behind their ears
she scrubs their behinds with soap
she scratches her head
She didn't admit
no babies were there to wash
not one could be seen
She looked high and low
wouldn't tell she'd thrown them out
with the bath water
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© 2012 Jimmiehov
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Brian Miller of Haiku Water brings us this week's prompt, 'bathing'
Find more poems using 'bathing' prompt word at One One Single Impression
This poem is also registered with Open Link Mondays at Mama Z's Real Toads
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Note:
1. This is an old saying, "... to throw out the baby with the bath water."
I have heard that it originated when in England the whole family bathed in one tub of scarce water. They went by age and sex, generally the grandfather was first, then the grandmother, followed by the father, etc, until the baby was last. Often times the water was so dirty that the mother (doing the bathing) could not see the baby in the dirty water and so she threw out both.
2. The saying has come to mean one of two things, I prefer the second meaning below. Neither of these come out in my poem and I do not intend that they apply to it:
Labels: Humor(?), One-Single-Impression, Open-Link-Mondays, Senryū
25 Comments:
LOL
Love the write.
Put a smile on my face.
Blessings
I don't know why Jim..did I find some sadness in there.. whatever..I liked the way you have created the flow..
RS:)
I noticed a sad irony towards the end ... where are the babies?
that was a fun read! We all know the babies couldn't fit down the drain!
so sweet...love this!
This reminded me of some sad incidents wer mothers hav accidentally forgotten lil babies in d tub or left d tap on..!
Well written though :)
Bathing under the twilight
So very poignant.
Sad feelings. Similar feeling when grown up children leave to make their own home. What remains is memory.
I'm not sure whether to laugh or cry! Clever write!
Such an image of ~the rest of the story......
Deep.
:)
I enjoy your sense of humour.
sweet... but did you mean Bruce Miller?
Poignant. "Mum" maybe has dementia?
So funny it hurts...
This is funny...and thanks for your notes as well. Yikes on sharing of dirty water ~
A mother was bathing 'er baby one night
The youngest of ten, a poor little mite
The mother was poor and the baby was thin
A poor little skellington covered in skin
The mother turned round to get soap from the rack
Twas only a moment, but when she got back
Her baby had gone, and in anguish she cried
"Oh, where is my baby?" The angels replied.
Your baby is now very ‘appy
in ‘eaven your joy and your pride
Your baby has gorn dahn the plug'ole
The plumber had made it too wide.
Sorry, Jim - I just couldn't resist giving you one of Jock's party piece songs!
... sounds like dementia to me too! Has a forlorn message, I think.
This is another fun poem Jim. Mum bathes them even when they are grown. What a concept!
There was a twinge of sadness in this in spite of the lightness of the poem. a bit crazy, the old woman? Interesting..
Chuckles! I feel humor when I see one. Mama scrubbed them? Phew just how they've grown!
Hank
superb one..
Has me thinking of mama's holding on as long as they can....
Something's been lost. Perhaps the familiarity of ritual provides comfort.
Interesting sashay through life as seen from the tub.
Oh I hope no babies were thrown out!!! You DO come up with the most interesting things to write about. Hope you had a good week. Back to school as of today :(
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