An Ode to my Shower

Recently a friend stopped by,
and commented on my shower's size.

"I really don't know how you manage in there.
How do you shampoo and condition your hair?"

I gave a small chuckle and said in response,
"It was a struggle at first, but now not so much."

I admit that my shower is oh so very small.
In fact, it's probably the smallest of most shower stalls.

When I first moved in and observed its width,
I was concerned that I'd get stuck in it.

Once I got the hang of how it works,
the dial on its wall and some other quirks,

I was able to manage and even enjoy it,
even though I'm still unsure how the room managed to squeeze in a toilet.

The only big problem is its sudden change in temperature,
or when the water assumes a much less pressure.

But then I just step out, covered in soap,
and shiver while I wait for the boiler to heat up some more.

For didn't Seuss once say along the same lines,
that "A shower is a shower, no matter its size?"