I believe my new favourite is time
When I'm in the bath
Although it was cold
No, warm
Cold-warm
And I thought about everything
The paleness of my legs
agains the bubbles
The millions of them didn't compare
I thought of the days events
And the prudish nature of my nanny
Brought out by the open nature of my aunt
I pondered the riddle
"Why is a raven like a writing desk"
But the author didn't have an answer
So why must I?
So I pondered no longer
My thoughts went back to bubbles
And how much fun they are to blow around the air
Without someone saying
"feck off"
Oh woh to be a child
The feeling of my hair living in the water
The touch addicting
Looks, mesmerising
The thrum of mini soldiers
In my ears as the push
The water out;
I'm sorry men
Just a little longer
And I think of getting out
And oh I don't want to
The waters gotten warmer
Probably from my own body heat
We find comfort in each others warmth
The bubbles are still alive
And I'm happy with my bath thoughts
But I must
I stand
I don't get out
I make funny faces in the mirror
Pull the towel around myself
And then slip out
I watch the water drain in a whirlpool
With all my fun bath thoughts
I don't have a bath at home
So I'll be sad to see them go