Those Who Live in Grass Houses

Ode to a Bathtub

Ode to a Bathtub

Oh, perfect porcelain potentate of purity!
How bright your name
in the order of bidet, basin and bowl,
preeminent and famed,
alone you stand, in greatness venerated.

Now your shining flanks so adamant
support your crown on high,
that silvered tower above the crowd
blessing from the sky,
source of showers of soothing balm.

Down to the welcoming receptacle
cascade the cleansing waters
to fill your strong and polished sides,
lave your sons and daughters,
thus cleared contamination of the day.

So to the sacred drain and depths
the teeming waters flow,
to disappear forever from our sight,
our sins dissolve and go,
renewed we stand, glowing children of the bath.


Line count: 20
Rhymed abcbd, varied meter
For PromptMaster! Prize Prompt, Week 3
Prompt: The most nonsensical thing to write an Ode to.