staycation

We went sailing in the kitchen sink
atop a bar of soap
the foamy waves were crowned with suds
and as a telescope
We snatched a noodle floating by
and what did we behold
a silver stainless landscape
flecked with bits of rusty gold.

The sun above was hazy
though the headwinds they were light,
but as we got to paddling
something seemed unright.
It appeared a swirling circling
had overcome our course
At first the spin was gradual
But then it grew in force.

And as we sat in puzzlement
with water rushing round
Our ears attuned themselves
to a dismaying sucking sound.
A veritable maelstrom
soon overtook the sink
Partnered with a grinding growl
that made it hard to think.

Faster spun our bar of soap
The vortex held us fast
As celery sticks, and Cheerios,
and cracker crumbs whirled past.
We huddled close together and
Our destiny seemed bleak,
But then my love discovered
our salvation with a shriek.

The handle of the pot scrubber
protruded from the ledge;
and with a hopeful new resolve
we seized a lemon wedge
and pegged it toward the handle
which temporarily tipped
toward our melting, melon-scented raft
which bobbed, and twirled, and dipped.

And as the drain inhaled our boat
We scrambled up and out
And collapsed upon the countertop
With a weary, grateful shout.

We still enjoy adventuring,
without much reservation
But with each near miss, we oft dismiss
precarious locations.
These days we're more than likely
To be cautious (just a smidge):
We water-ski in coffee mugs
And hang-glide from the fridge.

~ for Jenni