Ode to the Shower
In response to those in my family who think I take ridiculously long showers, I submit to you the following heart felt poem:
I find solace in the shower
I could stay in there for hours
The steam and heat
They feel so sweet
They turn bright red
My two white feet
It's where I do my best thinking
It's where I stop my stinking
It's where I hide
And try to decide
Just exactly how
I feel inside
Although somewhat arbitrary
It is my sanctuary
No kids to foil it
No phone to spoil it
All I ask is
Please don't flush the toilet
posted by Stephen Bailey @ 9:25 AM
2 comments
2 Comments:
Some of your best work to date. It reminds me of my relationship with my tub.
Thanks for the laugh! I, too, love my shower. It's where I do my best singing & it's a great place to cry too!
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