The Tub Poem by Phil Soar

The Tub



I lay in the tub with the bubbles around me
Watching my skin turn a dark shade of red
It was only at night that my wife came and found me
And my body was limp, I was already dead
Boiled in a mixture of grime and dandruff
Left there to simmer an hour or two
The red covering me as I lay in the buff
And now that I'm dead, turning steadily blue

Wednesday, August 19, 2015
Topic(s) of this poem: funny
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