.5. Fiddling No More Poem by David Threadgold

Fed up with excuses
I should have known better
The waters still rising
And I’m getting wetter

The plumber was busy
Said he couldn’t call
What option had I
When the leak seemed so small

I took out my toolbox
Having read all the books
To free a stuck ball valve
How easy it looks

First getting the right tool
My biggest mole wrench
It cracked the pot cistern
And trousers did drench

The stop-valve had seized
And the water kept coming
The first and the last time
I’ll fiddle with plumbing


© 2008 David Threadgold
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