The Shower
Sometimes my wife will say,
No shower for her today,
She’ll state with no regret,
“I’d rather not get wet”.
Now, that’s my favorite part,
I simply love the start,
That column of warm rain,
From head to feet on drain.
When I was just a boy,
Four brothers would annoy,
My mother made a fuss,
One minute shower for us!
That’s right; just sixty secs,
And, how it did perplex,
It made our Mom quite proud,
She had us count out loud.
Oh, waste was one concern,
(Warm water for her turn),
But, bless her heart she’s through,
One minute shower, too.
All grown and rather free,
A daily shower spree,
And, now that I’m the man,
Two minutes ‘cause I can!
Peter Lowell Paulson
July 16, 2019
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