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 "**** 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