This morning I shaved my pubic hair
For tomorrow I have to go for a scan
I had no choice but to remember...
But it was only the once, wasn’t it
Our wanton days left way behind
Our carefree bathroom adventures
Not now to be repeated
Not now to stoke your mind
I am taken to Helen Dunmore’s poem
Wild Strawberries; in my heart
And in my soul I hold onto that sense
Of things just beyond, life just out of reach
I did nick two bits of skin
With my inexpensive electric razor
I didn’t bother with plaster, but
I did splash on the after shave
I don’t recall what we did, back in the day
Or what we might have done
Had the bathroom revamp been completed
Hi-ho, once more caught out by the plumbing
