Getting a lot of poetic miles out of my slip and fall in the bathtub.
|In the flick of an eye she went down.
In the tub, there's the rub, cracked her crown.
Lying nude all alone,
she lay prone, broke her hand
and her foot. With a groan...
but with grit, tried to stand,
self em-bare-assed, up she rose like a clown.
~~Judi Van Gorder