Sidi J. Mahtrow
The Bathroom Sink - Poem by Sidi J. Mahtrow
There he lies asleep so sound
In this cool place that’s mostly round
Fitting perfectly to the spine
That's bent just to be so supline.
Head resting above the edge
With porcelain providing the perfect wedge
To support and give a view of the room
That is for all purposes his own.
But, emerging from the shower
And needing a shave this very hour,
What to do but get Omar to move
That’s easier said than done, when push comes to shove.
So you turn on the water tap
Just a little so as not to disturnb his nap.
Then as the waters slowly rise
Omar will discover the wet surprise.
No, he’s just as happy as can be
As the waters up two fingers or three
Then it occurs to him that somethings wrong
For his legs and belly are wet with water that doesn’t belong.
He looks around to see
Perhaps to be sure there’s a place to flee
Rises slowly from his watery bed
And stretches as if to say, well it reallly isn’t so bad.
In the final event of the morn,
He shakes himself onto you; be warned.
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