Secret Bath Spaniel by Pete Jardine
Online - 11 July 2020
Secret Bath Spaniel
27th June 2020
I step out of the bath while the water drains
And conclude my ablutions
Glancing back to the tub before leaving the room
I am at once appalled and amazed.
It appears that whilst I was having my bath
Someone was also bathing a short haired spaniel
Who was clearly undergoing his spring moult
Leaving behind far, FAR too much evidence.
As I stare in silence at the sheer quantity of lost locks
Barbers Adagio for Strings begins to play
And memories of life with luxurious hair
Flood back all at once to pass before my eyes.
Looking out to sea, with the wind in my hair.
Riding my bicycle, with the wind in my hair.
Walking, …with hair.
Just, having hair.
I think I’d better stop using shampoo,
Start using adhesive.
Poems For Earthlings – by Pete Jardine
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