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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