Pickles For Puckles

When your pickles for puckles just get in the tub
Give your knees and your elbows a generous rub

Flap your feet like a flipper
Wave your hands like a dove
Give your hands and your feet
Some generous love

If your pickles for puckles then give it some time
Your skin can become like a grandma of mine

Whose hands white and straight
Were changed through the seasons
Without any rubbing
Or sudsing…
Or reasons

I’m pickles for puckles and just want some time
To feel that old feeling of that grandma of mine

Without thinking of bathing
Or cleaning my brain
Or smelling real pretty
Or feeling the pain

Of bathing because of some words mom has given
Or washing because of some rule that is written

As I sit in the tub
And wait just until
My skin starts to shrivel
You can be sure that I will

Without even thinking send the dirt to someplace
And replace the grime feeling with my grandma’s kind face

When my body is changed
By generous wrinkles
And my fingers are soaked
Like bottled up pickles

Only then am I sure with grandma is mind
That I am quite ready to leave the tub far behind

I’m pickles for puckles
And I’ve never been caught
Thinking of grandma
Instead of scrubbing a lot

But the journey is risky and covered with mud
If you want to come try it, make your grandma your bud