Writing a poem in the bath by candle-light seemed such a good idea -
you know: "Flickering flames" and "Shadows on the wales?"
Wales?, Wales? - what did I scribble down?
Wales - Walls! Walls!
"Shadows on the walls"
"The near duck waste...?"
What! "Duck Waste!"
"Darkness! - Darkness!"
"The near darkness - brings an inner peace to my soil - ?"
"What! - Soil?"
Oh - put the bloody light on!