that you shouldn’t sing it
in the bath or shower.
This compassionate concession:
you’re still allowed to hum
any music that you fancy
while you’re soaping your, er, tum.
Though some would say with Mendelssohn –
that a ‘song without words’
is the bathroom equivalent
of a **** without ****s
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