I soak because I find a hot bath after a 100Km cycle ride
is relaxing, and takes the aches from my weary muscles,
several of my wives, after covering my path with rose petals,
lead me to the massage table where my aching calves are kneaded
with rare oils, afterwards I am fed lightly chilled red grapes
flown in from France, and hors d'oeuvres of Lark's tongues
in aspic from a golden tray....
Then I wake up and find I have nodded off again
in front of my computer screen on SCF,
and I havn't soaked a darn thing....
