Charlie took a relaxing bubble bath in a tub of chocolate mousse. He ran his fingers through the smooth, milky delight. He rubbed the peaceful pudding over both his bum and face cheeks, before sheepishly texting his evening’s date to cancel.
© Carl Burkitt 2019
This poem is part of a challenge for National Poetry Writing Month 2019 – a poem a day celebrating an interesting US national day.
