As I'm soothed by gentle whirring
Of the servers at my side
Like contented feline purring
After ham has been supplied
There are poems in my fingers
So the keyboard starts to tap
And a happiness still lingers
From a dream of girl-filled lap
I was dozing in the bathtub
Wishing I was not alone
Just a loofah for a backscrub
Typing poems in my phone
And now I'm sitting here to post
I wonder which you'll like the most
In a list
Please tell me what you think
Comments
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I don't think you should get out of the bath, you seem to get more inspiration from being surrounded by water...hot or cold...than you do by anything else...one big problem I could foresee though...you'd look like a permanent prune...all wrinkly
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I knew this was going to be a good one when I was hit by the first four lines. I don't think I have ever read a poem which had servers in it. I also like the transferred verb "tap".
Not bath!
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