Mud Puddles

By Arthur Nelson

I keep an eye upon the sky,

And when dark clouds come scudding,

I rush to put on rubber boots

And run out to go mudding.

I love to walk in puddles

And wander in the rain.

Mum says, “That’s all you think about;

You’ve puddles on the brain.

“Yet, you don’t care for bathtubs;

You’ve no time for indoor showers.

But outside in the puddles

You stay for hours and hours.”

My mum just doesn’t understand;

And it’s so hard to explain

That water in the bathtub

Is just water down the drain!