Swirling spiral drain, spun round,
held by porcelain boulders.
Dammed by barriers,
of shinning glass.
Waterfall fabrics
shading darkened rooms
of singing and cleaning,
to old towels soaking
the flood water below.
Cleansing folly plastics,
lined by silver taps
spun in motion
by the weather man.
Out. The storm.
In. The drought.
Left. The boil.
Right. The blizzard.
All held in silence
waiting for the surge
of electric curlers...
SHOCK!!
