A Room With a View

I love the bathroom in my hotel. 

It is small, with a shower barely big enough

     to bend my elbows to wash my hair,

and shaving my legs is a challenge.

The walls angle downward towards the loo,

     and if you are too tall or not paying close enough attention,

you are liable to do damage to your head.  

But, there is a window with a view of the rooftop that cranks open,

     allowing in the fresh air and the sounds of the streets of London. 

I love the bathroom in my hotel.