Great poem and drawings.

Philbert and his bath, must have been a laugh,
when dancing and slipping, falling and flipping,
philbert must of been having a ball.
Fill the bath with beer he called, whilst sculling a schooner, in front of the barman paul.
Its time to leave philbert, now on your merry way,
for there's no more beer left for you to stay,
come back tomorrow your bath will still be here,
and I tell you what I will fill it with beer.
Staggering home and stumbling alone,
philbert starred in your poem,
may the banter, be grander and ever splender,
with his next endeavour.