Tale Of A Tub In Modern Rhyme Poem by Sidi Mahtrow

The tub is not as you envision
A place for a bath or other diversion
No it’s there for restful repose
And for whom do you suppose?

First let us say that this special place
Is one that’s to be enjoyed without disgrace.
A spot that is alluded too
With just the right temperato

And this ones built to accommodate the guest
In such a way that he (or she) reclines in grace.
The walls shaped just so
Lends support to torso.

Into the basin which we call a tub, requiet
Creeps a guest seeking quiet
No need for cleansing waters
In this bath for starters.

It’s the place to be
When seeking serenity.
Curling into a fetal position
Legs drawn up easing tension.

Head and neck supported against the walls within
And tail (yes tail) tucked in neath the chin.
It’s Omar napping in his resting place
Secure in the sink’s embrace.

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