Bath Time Poem by Phil Soar

Bath Time



I lay in the bath, my skin went pink
Perhaps it was my bedtime drink
I kept it in a random locker
My wife thought I was off my rocker
Yet when I drank, and washed my face
I drifted off to outer space
And when I woke, found I had drowned
And the wife was nowhere to be found.

Thursday, September 22, 2016
Topic(s) of this poem: funny
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