Rumination on a Bathtub Poem A ballad from a bathtub what A warm and soapy task But without my rhyming guide I don’t Know what to rhyme with task?
Mask? Flask? Those don’t work topically And within the suds I bask.
The concept of this poem is Less sexy IRL Without a desk for structure I Have fear my book will fell
Fall Drop into the water and get wet
And now the tub has filled right up The calming sounds have stopped I feel so silly and so nude
Yeah, maybe this would have worked better in free verse. The water stills and all would be calm If it weren’t for the quiet buzz Of the light in the bathroom making me Think of the industrial revolution A bulldozer through my mini rainforest waterfall And now I’m sitting here in a puddle Naked, cold (not really), afraid And increasingly aware of my surroundings