Hot Bathing Poem by Phil Soar

Hot Bathing



I had a bath last week that made me weak
I had the water far too hot and lowered myself in
On the way down my privates felt like a cooking lobster
Worryingly they looked like a bottle of blue radox liquid
And afterwards I felt cooked from within
I won't do that again
Well that's what I tell my inner mind
Although that was also frazzled by my need for a soak

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