I set off to the bookcase,
I went and picked up Plath;
it was Wendy Cope I wanted
for reading in the bath.
If I’d gone back to the bookcase,
and exchanged my Plath for Cope,
I shouldn’t have tried to drown myself
in a bath devoid of hope.
© Celia Warren
(Actually, I had a lovely bath and — for once — read absolutely nothing!)