
Bathtime Buddies
©1995 Susan Noyes Anderson
When baby brother took a bath,
I used to get in, too.
I’d help my mommy hold him up
while he got his shampoo.
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When baby brother took a bath,
I used to get in, too.
I’d help my mommy hold him up
while he got his shampoo.
My brother’s being potty trained.
I’m really very glad.
Changing diapers isn’t fun, and
messy pants smell bad.
Our bodies sound off all the time.
What noises we can make!
It happens when we’re fast asleep,
or when we’re wide awake.
My mom has always told me that
I have a button nose.
Today it’s running like a stream
and spraying like a hose.
I like the brontosaurus
and tyrannosaurus rex.
The diplodocus thrills me
and eoraptors never vex.
My sister loves to feed the birds.
They come from miles around.
She offers them a place to nest
and birdseed by the pound.
I do not like arithmetic.
The numbers turn out wrong.
My twos and threes end up where
fives and sixes should belong.
What’s the most important thing of all?
It’s sometimes big and sometimes small.
It’s full of girls (or maybe boys)
and makes an awful lot of noise.