Some days I don’t bathe
And really that’s okay.
Why should I waste
This precious water away?
Though on other days,
From under the sun’s rays,
Crud fills my face
No matter where I play.
But mud pies do not taste,
And soap will not erase
This fast-pasted head case
Of life that is not a race.
Casey's Shadow Cat Imaginarium 
This poem + the duck picture, a pretty adorable package just saying(:
(: thanks! Sometime I disgust even myself! Haha
You are very welcome & lol we’re all not squeaky clean. Even that poor duck had to find someone nice enough to lend him/her their bath tub!