Poems

Bath time, I wish

Oh, how I love a good bath
The kind with never-ending, hotter-than-you-can-stand-it, freeflowing water that never runs out.

With bubbles piled highhhh, and the tiny ones float, like giggles you can actually touch

And filling it up to the brim, so that one small move sends a wave spilling over the top.

Remember Sniglets?
My favorite one was aquadextrous, which means having the ability to turn the tub tap off with your toes. I knew I was aquadextrous before I was 5.

We never had a shower growing up, and that always embarrassed me. But now, I’m grown up and don’t have a tub. Tragic.

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