Esotropiart

I've written a fair number of short poems. Most of them are rather meaningless or silly. Here's another. As suggested, it was written while draining lukewarm bathwater. Also implied is that I like taking really hot baths. Since moving into this duplex, a hot bath is a rare occasion. The water heater seems to work on its own timetable, and it has nothing to do with running out of hot water.