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5/27/2026 for Domestic Bliss Poetry Contest sponsored by Margarita Lillico
I Invite You to My Shower
I often find that, hour after hour,
I can't overcome my inertial power
and get into the shower.
If I smell bad, and the doorbell should ring,
oh, the embarrassment that would bring,
but, under the nozzle, I could sing.
So, finally, I remove my clothes,
and jump in, not to offend some person's nose,
and come out smelling like a rose.
I confidentially tell you this -
my idea of domestic bliss
is under the hot water's steamy hiss.
As I lather up a soapy slime,
I lose all track of time
and begin to rhyme.
Indeed, it's in this watery place,
my mind wanders, losing track of space,
as, my poetic muse, I embrace,
My best poems are penned in this wet womb.
Verses born in my head, spring, full bloom.
This one was written in my living room.
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