Uncle Cedric

Uncle Cedric, in the bath tub
Dreams of monumental forms
Billowing from the steamy water.
Closing his eyes, he sighs,
The water laps
Around his folded fat;
He drifts away to the sun,
His spiral orbit
Round the plug hole.
Uncle Cedric melts into
His dream;
As he disolves, in bubbles,
Gurgles down the drain.
Next day,
When Annie cleans the bath,
He is gone
Amidst the smiling sun.