Humorous poem about taking a cold shower.
Image via Wikipedia
Hot water heater is on the fritz.
Cold shower is in store.
It’s cold enough outside.
I don’t want cold anymore.
Water hits my body
Like icicles on my breath.
One more sprinkle from my cold shower,
And I’ll feel like sudden death.
The plumber will fix the problem.
The cold shower will go away.
But I’ll feel so much better,
When the month turns into May.
Welcome to Authspot, the spot for creative writing.
Read some stories and poems, and be sure to subscribe to our feed!