The Gift I bought my wife some bath bombs An anniversary gift, Should have stuck to flowers, She turned her nose up, sniffed. She ran her bath that evening, Romantically she sang. As she shut the door behind her, I waited for the bang. Not a sausage, not a whimper, They'd sold me bath bomb duds. I'm going back tomorrow For a refund on my goods. Thanks to Mr Bump for inspiring this one!