Fill that clawfoot tub
until the pipes complain.
Throw in the Mr. Bubbles.
I'll throw on some old Coltrane.
We'll let the water raft our fingers
and our currents take our toes -
till silly takes our good sense
and we overflow
that beat up clawfoot tub
with the pipes that always complain,
and everything that isn't us
goes swirling down the drain.
For Open Link Night at dVerse