Needs Must

If he were one

Of The Grand Old Duke’s men

He’d march up

York Hill briskly

And march down again

Turn this around


Vice versa

Picture ablutions

Of Merry Ted Ursa

His bath is inviting

He’s fine to step in



In bubbles to chin

Behold ball game change

On attempt to climb out

Despite his contortions

He’s prostrate on snout

Less of a bear

More a lame duck

No doubt whatsoever

He’s totally stuck

Come on Merry Ted

Admit you’re mature

An eensy bit flabby

On pins less secure

Accept ageing stiffness

Diminishing power

Bid farewell to bath

And instal walk-in shower