The poem below came about while I was having 2 weeks of residential rehab. I learnt how to stand up again from sitting and improve my walking after a relapse, so I could shower by myself etc. The shower room was one of those with a sink, toilet, shower and grab rails all round. It is literally true as I did not realise that the lights in that room worked on a movement sensor. With the curtain around the shower it did not sense my movements so the lights went out and it was pitch black. I was frightened so pulled the chord then a nice lady nurse came and the light went back on. At least it makes me laugh to remember
Enjoying the splash of water on my hair
Sat on the shower seat shampoo everywhere
Quietly, surprisingly, without any warning
The light disappeared and fearing to fall
I remembered the emergency cord on the wall.
Don’t send a man I prayed. It’s no joke.
In the dark I sit naked and covered in soap.
So advice for you bathers
Thwart the movement sensors plan
Shake a leg out through the curtain,
Practise the cancan.