My youngest son Alfie informed me today,
(At the age of three-and-a-half)
That this week he would travel to far Mandalay,
By way of his evening bath.
I suggested he might try an alternate route,
For the trip he proposed had its flaws,
His bathtub (and this he found hard to refute),
Had no sails or propellers or oars.
The boy was determined, so, filled with dismay,
I took him to Southampton pier,
I waved as his bath slowly floated away,
Whilst shedding a fatherly tear.
It's fourteen months later, almost to the day,
I hope that my child's alright,
By now he must surely have reached Mandalay,
You'd think at the least he would write!
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