The Middle Riddle
My shower was quite commonplace.
I'd always start out at my face
And carry on south
To my feet from my mouth
At an even and moderate pace.
But I used to be bold! I won't have it
To be such a slave unto habit!
I'll change right around,
Go upward, not down
And escape from the fate of poor Babbit!
Since then I am free as a clown.
I can suds going up, going down!
But if I wake in the middle,
It's a heck of a riddle:
Do I head for the seat or the crown?
Copyright © Elizabeth Mccann | Year Posted 2022
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