Tiny bubbles bring big trouble
as they just keep breaking through.
My bathtubs overflowing,
and the washers foaming too.
It said to use a capful,
so I doffed my hat to pour,
But before my washing
Was all done,
I slid on out the door.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
Loved it a lot! What do we do about time that is lost?