Ode to a Bigger Bathtub
I often wish, to whom I do not know,
That the tub in the bathroom would grow,
Longer, deeper, wider. Then I could sit inside,
Luxuriating amongst a thousand candied bubbles,
The soft glow of candles from every corner of the room,
Filling the air with the scent of lilacs.
I would run the water, hot enough to scald skin,
Filling the basin to the very top, sprinkling in
Just enough pink powder to add a layer
Of cherry suds. While the tub filled I would
Let my clothes slide off my skin; and slip
Feet first into the water as it laps at the tub sides.
How glorious! How wonderful it would be to be able to
Slip under the water without my knees popping above the surface!
How divine to let the war water cover all of me,
To let it cling to my skin, loathe to retreat!
Gods! I wish I could posses such a bathtub,
I would even sell my soul for such a heaven.
Yet, it would never work out, such a godly thing
Would be too large to ever fit comfortably in
The tiny constrained room that houses my
Present bathtub, which is simply too short to
Accommodate a person of my stature, some large portion
Or other of me always protrudes above the water.
Even still, I should never be able to bear
The atrocious water bills I would have
After even one single month of owning
Such a thing, I would spend my every free
Moment running and enjoying bath water, I would
Never afford to fill the thing enough to assuage my desire.
And, I think, the danger to my health would
Be great, not from the water, but the candles
I would be tempted to light, seeking their
Calming glow. I dare say the tub, no matter
How wonderful would be worth very little if I
Were to knock one over and loose the house.
All in all I must say, it is rather hard to decide,
Between safety and luxury, but the choice
Did not take me long, in fact almost no time at all
I went out and bought the biggest bathtub
That I could find, with bubble jets inside
Deeper than deep, longer than long, wider than wide.
Now I spend my days inside.