Grandma's Bathroom

Fragile paper, white and quite a shaper rolled into a round On a rod of plastic, tumbled gently draping to no abound In the toilet room; a violet bloomed where stray peddles were found Upon the windowsill the sunny feel was warm and peddles browned Grandma's bathroom, powder, perfume, and a glass for stray old dentures Was softly messy, cluttered, prissy, and layered with eye-squenchers Such as brassiers hooked on brass spearhead hooks and dental cushions too And a girdle. Yet, handpicked myrtle and blue rugs brought my ease through The shower curtian caught the spurtin' water from the showerhead In the tub a scrubber club with soft bristles hung tween silver knobs In the thick steam the echos carried as I showered before bed Sometimes the streams would mist the tissue then it would come off in globs