At a Vanderbilt Mansion
At a Vanderbilt mansion,*
Two bathrooms surprised,
With features too modern
For me to’ve surmised.
In the owner’s own shower,
One handle controlled
A foot-facing faucet;
If too hot or cold,
You adjusted the temp
‘Til you felt the right heat
Before water would hit you,
Just touching your feet.
Only then, when correct,
Did you turn on the taps.
Maybe otherwise, those
Really rich would collapse.
In his wife’s room, a scale
In the floor tiles was sending
Her weight at eye level,
Preventing her bending.
These accoutrements really
Allowed me to see
That the rich are quite different
From you and from me.
*William K. Vanderbilt’s mansion,
built between 1910 and 1936.
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