The Rubber Mat of Omar Khayyam

It really yanks my chain that sister is more talented than me.

The Rubber Mat goes on, and having Gript,
Stays on; nor may it by thy Flesh be Slipt
One Inch askew from its Appointed Place,
Nor from th'Enamel be untimely Stript.

A Cake of Soap, a Good Long Book, and Thou
Outside, demanding desperately, "How
Much Longer are you going to Be in There?"
Ah, Bathtime were a Paradise Enow.