Singing In the Tub
I'm singing in the tub, just singing in the tub.
What a glorious feeling to scrub-a-dub-dub.
Just me in my bath, with bubbles galore.
I don't even mind if they spill on the floor.
I've a smile on my face as the stress flows away.
Great way to relax at the end of a day.
The record plays on as small candles glow.
Dark chocolate on hand and a glass of Pinot.
All the aches melt away as I lay back and drift.
Best room in the house, as a bath's a true gift.
I don't need a lot, and my small tubs just right.
To help me unwind and sleep through the night.
Copyright © Anne E Sangster - K | Year Posted 2023
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