Once upon a shower weary,
As Sue pondered, wet and dreary,
Over many an office jerk,
She resolutely did deplore.
As in the steam cloud she was napping,
Then there came a gentle tapping,
Tapping, tapping, a gentle tapping,
She heard at her shower door.
“Bob”, said she, “I’m in the shower,
And if you’ll give me just an hour,
I’ll be ready, really ready,
To face the party that’s next door.”
But still Bob continued tapping,
It was really more a rapping,
“Sue, we’re late!” cried Bob,
And open up the shower door!”
Sue turned off the shower water,
Just this once, she thought, “no quarter”,
So she opened wide the door-
And shut Bob up, forever more.