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