Floatsome and Jetsome
in hot water up to my neck
bombarded by bubbles and jets
Enjoying existence
With little resistance
As moonlight is shining through trees
So brightly I’m going to sneeze
They laugh at my plight
Devoid of their leaves
And dance in my sight
Reflecting in silvery light
To the music of November night
Troubles are bubbled away
As I float in the end of the day
With only the devil to pay
But later and in my own way
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