Round Soap

How I need a hot bath and a scrub!
With a smile I climb into the tub.
I relax as the warm waters rise,
And I search with my eyes –
There it is, huddled next to the wall
And as round as a ball!
In my hand it is not a good fit.
I try rubbing my body with it.
But it jumps from my neck to the floor
Away out by the door.
As I drizzle back to my place
How I hate its pink face!
But I grasp it and reach for my toes
And I sigh to myself as it goes
Through my fingers and over my back
Where it lands with a “whack!”
Now I think that all soap should be square
And not fly through the air.
With most things I can cope, I have found.
But not soap that is round.