Bath-time Haiku

Settling in the bath
Warm waters rising about
The telephone rings

I found this old haiku while sifting through some old papers. It was probably written around 2000, while I lived in my previous home. I remember composing it in my old rocking chair (not in the bath, which would have been cooler), but don't recall writing it down.

By the way, I never get out of the bath to answer the phone. All too often it rings off and I'm left dripping over my living room rug. It's just not worth it.

Perhaps if I had a waterproof bath phone. But will it float?