Thursday, 10 September 2015

Bathtime - a poem.

" A tower of bubbles grows tall,
higher and higher,
above my head.

My body sinks underwater,
lower and lower,
'till I relax.

Explosions of colourful spheres,
fizzing and fizzing,
race round the tub.

The minutes run away from me,
faster and faster,
wasted time goes. "