Rub-a-dub-dub, We’re aloft on the Lake!

Why knaves must we be,

If our number is three?

What a conundrum for us trinity—

Be we punished for our industry?


Because we feed you and light the night sky

Must we then be sentenced to die?

Threaten to catch us, and wonder we fly?

Even a bathtub was worth a try.


And if we make good on this escape,

There’s no coming after us—make no mistake.

There’ll be no sailing in our soapy wake.

Rub-a-dub-dub! We’re aloft on the lake.

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Published by Stephaniesninthsuitcase

Hi, there! My name is Stephanie and I’m a Fresno, CA native. After studying at Biola University, I received my MLIS (Masters in Library Science) from San Jose State University. I live with my mom, poet Kimberly Vargas Agnese, and serve as her unofficial agent. We reside at MeadowArc, a food forest in its infancy. I am called to, and passionate about, purity. In fact, the name Agnes means “pure.” Before I was born, my mom felt led to include the name Agnes in her name, and in the names of her children. My full, hyphenated name includes 26 letters (but not the whole alphabet).

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