I write this sitting in the kitchen sink,
It gives me time to sit n think.
The cool water running over my legs,
A midget wishing he had long pegs.
I sit here all alone in the basin,
Splash a bit of water over my face an,
Drown my sullen sorrows.
N hide from ill thought shot arrows.
My head sits under the tap,
And the drips make me want to nap.
It saves on having a bathroom,
And lets me have a bigger living room.
A midget in my own mansion,
That a tall person would need an expansion.
I get out of my two tooled bath,
N rub down have a good laugh.
I may be small in stature,
But my belly is full of laughter.
© 2021 – All Rights Reserved - Robert Reid
