Bath Time - Poem by Andy Brookes
Stubbing my toe on the door frame
I utter a unrepeatable soliloquy.
I reach the telephone just as it cuts off
another round of expletives.
number unknown it reads
which means a cold call.
more grim mutterings
as I drip suds on the carpet.
angry, I pull out the telephone jack
returning to my swiftly cooling bath
add more hot water and sink into oblivion.
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