Waterlogged

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The rain has begun.

I park the car close as possible, then dodging the drops, duck into the library.

“Ahh,” says the librarian, “we’ve been wading through your requests and look what’s washed up.”

It is like Santa handing over a present.

“Ahh, ‘Waterlog’”, I say.”The perfect book to read in the bath,”

“Just don’t drop it,” he says.

I should have seen that coming but Steve is quick, very quick.

“Thanks,” I say and we have a brief chat on the merits of reading in strange places, like baths.

“Have to go”, I say. “The rain’s getting heavier.”

By the time I get to the car, the book and I are waterlogged.

Steve would have appreciated that pun.

Now I don’t have to worry about dropping it in the bath.

 

7 thoughts on “Waterlogged

      • Very true! It reminded me of when I was little my mother always had a book sitting on an upside down crock she used as a table near the tub. The book’s pages would always be fanned out and discolored or (waterlogged) lol! So I had to share this with her. I jokingly told her that it must of been written about her. She laughed. she also liked your poem too! 😊

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