Bath
Turn on the bath water
And let it flow.
Let it fill to the brim
Don't turn it off,
Just let it go.
Let it splash over the linoleum and through the vents.
Let it run over the carpet and down the stairs.
But don't turn it off, not yet.
Let us sit in the basin first.
With our nicest clothes on
Let's watch the chaos.
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