Problem Solving Poem by Tom Billsborough

It can be somewhat boring,
(As a power drill I mean)
When someone else is snoring
As a matter of routine.

I'm told there's one solution:
A bucket set high above
At the first sounds of commotion
It drip, drips on your love.

And if the sounds persist at all,
The Bucket slopes some more
To make a lovely waterfall
On the face that you adore.

One problem with this ruse, it's said
That when the deed is done
You end up with a soaking bed
And a spouse armed with a gun!