The Plumber

I had to call a plumber

My kitchen sink was clogged.

My toilet started whining

My drain pipes had been flogged.

The plumber had to hurdle

My weedy garden bed;

He pressed upon the doorbell

And shook his grumpy head.

I said, “Just use a flashlight,

The power doesn’t work.

And just ignore the noises;

The neighbours are berserk.”

The plumber got his tools out

But stepped upon a mouse.

“I will not fix your plumbing.

I think you should move house!”

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Image from Pixabay © DonnaODonoghue 2007

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