I heard someone sell a portable tub.
Featuring a dorable polar bear cub.
I got excited in this hot summer,
Sweating all the time is a real, real bummer.
I could carry this tub to the park,
Just sit there and bathe like a lark.
I could take it to heart attack grill,
Order my dose and then just chill.
Reading books would be less draining,
Librarized tub: no complaining.
With heavy breathing, I called the place,
Made agreeing noises with my face.
Some weeks later, I got the package,
And, in the middle of the cardboard wreckage,
I saw a bucket with a small white scribble.
I used it to store my moment’s fury-dribble.
They didn’t cheat me, it’s technically correct,
I got excited and I forgot to check.