Midnight at Run a Dub Dub
By Emma Downey
Plenty of time to scrub
Under yellow strip light
Wash them, fold them whiter than white
All the grime that you gather
Disappears in glorious lather
The delicates, the wools, darks and smalls
Come inside and wash them all
Scrub a dub dub
Fill up the tub
Black slacks and shirts to wash
For waiting tables somewhere posh
A couple of hours to get them fresh and smelling sweet
For a double shift on your feet
Dub a scrub scrub
Then off down the pub
Sheets, slips and covers folded with care
Stripped from the bed that they used to share
She’s never one to grumble and groan
But its just not easy home all alone
She comes in evenings now he has passed away
‘Its easier at night now aren’t I busy all day’
Rub a scrub scrub
A lifetime of love
Lingerie and a messy duvet
A place of your own, guests will stay
Whites and colours in separate lots
Remember last time, you forgot
Scrub a dub rub
Red sock in tub
Outside he drops his grubby pile
To come inside and rest a while
He’s caked in dirt with matted hair
He’ll wander in, it smells of care
Thub a thub thub
Never knew love
Tiny shirts and little pants
Do a suddy soapy dance
A baby snoozes to the sound
Of the drum whirring round
Scrub a dub thub
Snug as a bug
What a pain her machine is broken
Now she’s queuing for a token
White linen and pricey scent
Worth every penny that was spent
Goes with the stuff, the modern crockery
In her own tasteful property
Rub a thub scrub
Scrub thub a rub
Some arrive here in a mope
But they leave with the smell of hope
You can always wash the stains
That remain of ache and pains
Scrub and scour the spill and spew
Of you life out view