you remind me of Churchill, she says

while smoking a fat

cigar,

i tell

her that i am no different

than

Winston Churchill.

perhaps

less rotund, but

i like to bathe

while

reciting speeches

and giving

my secretary notes for

her to type

up and to distribute to the free

world.

a hot bath, a cup

of tea

and a good book to read,

is heavenly

while splashing about.

nothing to fear,

i often say,

but a bad marriage gone south,

or the absence

of popcorn

kernels to pop

while watching Netflix

on the couch.