How fast does your bathtub empty?

I like the way…

Twitter can deliver a surprise when you are rolling through the tweets.

Here is one that got me.

“The bathtub empties much faster than it fills up and if that isn’t a metaphor for life then I don’t know what is.”

This reminded me of a poem/song one of my earliest teachers read to us in a classroom in Belfasts. Years and years ago.
Well my baby, life, feels the plughole pull.
And while not yet ready to go down the plughole.
I laugh at the poem and its darkness too.

Hope it brings the bathtub of life to mind.

YOUR BABY HAS GONE DOWN THE PLUGHOLE (A MOTHER’S LAMENT) 

(Writer Unknown – London Music Hall Song)) 

Martin Carthy – 1964 Cream (vocal: Ginger Baker)- 1967 

A mother was bathin’ her baby one night
The youngest of ten, a poor little mite
The mother was fat and the baby was fin
T’was nawt but a skellington wrapped up in skin
The mother turned round for the soap from the rack
She weren’t gone a minute, but when she got back
Her baby had gone, and in anguish she cried 

“Oh, where is my baby?”, and the angels replied
Your baby has gorn dahn the plug’ole
Your baby has gorn dahn the plug The poor little thing was so skinny and thin
He shoulda been bathed in a jug
Your baby is perfik’ly happy
He won’t need no bathin’ no more
He’s workin’ his way through the sewers
Not lost, just gone on before
Your baby has gorn dahn the drainpipe
And the chlorine is bad for his eyes
He’s havin’ a swim, and it’s healthy for him
He needed the exercise
Don’t worry ‘baht ‘im, just be ‘appy
For I know he is suff’rin’ no pain
Your baby has gorn dahn the plug’ole
Let’s hope he don’t stop up the drain 

ALTERNATE VERSE:
Your baby is perfik’ly ‘appy
He won’t need a bath any more
He’s muckin’ abaht with the angels above
Not lost but gone before

Ever feel like you’ve gone down the plug hole?

Billy

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