I know that look,

you can’t deny.

You’ve got that twinkle

in your eye.

And a towel,

I see it clear.

I smell the soap

a mile from here.

I run and run,

you can’t catch me.

I’ll hide in spots

where you can’t see.

You’re so unfair;

I’ve worked my best

to get this mud

across my chest.

And now you think

to clean me up?

To get me rid

of all this muck?

I will not yield;

I stomp and scream.

You come at me

with oils and cream.

Water hits me

and it’s the end.

I am done for

Let’s not pretend

It’s cold and wet

but the suds are nice

I try not to smile

as bubbles rise.

I must admit

though I made a scene,

there are worst things

than being clean.