It is time once again for a couple more poems from my book My Ignored Hamper and other Bathroom Poetry.
I hope you enjoy them!
Her Rest Room
Her little ones play on the floor
Just outside the bathroom door
One minute of quiet
Two minutes of peace
She could hold it no longer
The urge had grown stronger
One minute of quiet
Two minutes of peace
As she pats her hands dry
She thinks with a sigh
One minute of quiet
Two minutes of peace
Sleep-over Blues
With music up loud
‘Round the mirror they crowd
“That look is a winner”
“I wish I were thinner”
“There’s this really cute boy”
“He treats girls like they’re toys”
It’s Saturday night
They share the spotlight
In their fifth outfit
And wouldn’t you know it
The bathroom is crowded
“It’s here!” someone shouted
The pizza devoured
They’re now soda powered
Six girls in a bathroom
All trying out perfume
“Should we pop in a movie?”
“Let’s make-over Suzie!”
And so it continues
Dad’s sleep-over blues
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I’m hoping to get this group of poems formatted and onto Amazon by the first week of March. Heh. Fingers crossed.
Please let me know what you think of these two poems.
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To read the other poems I have posted on this blog you can go Here and Here.
Rose's Road 
I really enjoyed these! Sometimes with poetry I’ll start reading and be bored so stop (because I’m that kind of un-poetry person) but I read all of the lines with a smile.
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I’m glad you liked them, Jess! Thanks for commenting.
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While I myself have not experienced the bathroom as a place of peace since having children, my mom did that frequently. Only, she’d take a book and pretend she needed an hour. Brought back memories of potty-dancing in the hallway. 🙂
Sleep-over blues is funny. I can picture the poor dad wondering if he’ll ever be able to use the bathroom without smelling estrogen again.
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I occasionally have to do the potty dance because the bathroom is being used as a reading room. Thankfully the second bathroom is at a stage of remodel where we can at least go pee without messing things up. 🙂
My poor dad has so much patience. He raised 4 daughters, and most of the houses we lived in only had one bathroom. lol
Thanks for commenting!
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