A snurdle-urdle-urdle

Is walking up my path,

He’s ringing on my doorbell

And asking for a bath.

I don’t know how much water

This strange creature may use.

I offer two fluffy towels

Enabling him to choose.

He cheerfully takes them both,

And turns on both the taps.

Uncertainly, I leave him,

He should be fine – perhaps!

Ten minutes have now gone by,

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