"Come outside for a shower!" Dad said.
So out I ran, shower cap on my head.
With my rubber ducky and in the bare,
at first I didn't notice the neighbor's stare.
With a bar of soap, I had zipped out the door.
That's when I heard my neighbors roar.
"Just what kind of shower do you think this is?"
demanded the crowd led by my sister Liz.
And boy, I can tell you, my face was red!
"Come outside for a shower," he'd said!
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