The grapes of Wrath fell in the bath <br />and sank right to the bottom, <br />he fished one out from under Kath <br />committing an erratum. <br /> <br />Drawn from a magnet to the patch <br />where moss grows wild and freely <br />his hand got drawn into a snatch <br />and all was touchy-feely. <br /> <br />Who thought that grapes would disappear <br />inside a tub of bubbles <br />he let her have a sip of beer <br />which added to his troubles. <br /> <br />She lectured him, my dear old man <br />you may not know the reason <br />I share the bath with Maryanne <br />and grapes are out of season.<br /><br />Herbert Nehrlich<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/grapes-of-wrath/
