POETRY
017 — Free Form — Love in the Tub
Sultry soap and pruney fingers
I love the hard, enamel tub Contains everything I need like facial rub A slippery bar of soap Cream coloured, vanilla flavoured, and no, you can’t borrow it. Nope.
Shampoo in the hair I use half a bottle because no one is here to care! Bath bomb’s a glitter bomb — who knew!? Nothing matters because I use aroma therapy through and through.
MMMMM, 40 minutes in the bath My fingers are prunes — what a laugh Give me a bath day any day And all my troubles float away.






