Don't Take A Bath With A Toaster

 
Don't Take A Bath With A Toaster

A nonsense poem by Barry Denson


Don't take a bath with a toaster, you'll end up with soggy bread,
Wear your trousers backwards, keep your thoughts inside your head.
Chase the clouds on Mondays, plant bananas in your bed,
If you meet a talking squid, be sure to heed what is said.


Brush your teeth with marmalade, let stars decide your fate,
Never trust a snail in a tie; they’ll always make you late.
Keep a rhino in your closet, for good fortune’s sake,
And if you spot a singing fish, sing with him, don’t hesitate.

Jump on trampolines of jelly, tie shoes with spaghetti strings,
Have tea with a dragon on Tuesdays, let your laughter sprout wings.
Wear a hat of daisies, and on your toes, jingling bells,
Sing lullabies to lizards, chase cheese through enchanted dells.

Live life in technicolour, with a dash of oddity,
And you’ll find, in all the madness, the truest clarity.
So, heed these words, dear friends, keep them safe in your head,
Don’t take a bath with a toaster, you’ll end up with soggy bread.


Comments

  1. AnonymousJuly 3, 2024 at 9:32 PM

    https://suno.com/song/b449006b-c91f-4d0a-9a48-596e2c4b88e6

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  2. AnonymousJuly 4, 2024 at 5:36 PM

    It's true, tried it! Loved the poem.....

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  3. Mongolita July 5, 2024 at 7:57 AM

    Oh no, wouldn't try to, I might get burnt 🤗

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