The Day The Ceiling Came Down Poem by Paul Reed

The whole thing seemed to happen in a flash
The dining room ceiling came down with a crash
Plaster and bricks and narrow timber lath
Rained down from underneath the bath

The ceiling was wet you see from a recurring leak
Over a period so long you'd term it antique
But we thought we'd solved it with some silicone
Installed by a fella we'd reached on the phone

No such luck - we now have a mess
And difficult to fix I have to confess
We reached for trusty sweeping brush and pan
And decided to place a temporary ban

On anyone walking underneath the scene
In case something else dropped down between
The joists, the size of which by the way
Is seven by three (larger than their counterpart today)

Now Tommy arrived to give us a quote
And, short of suggesting we buy a boat
Said it was safe to continue to shower
And there was no need for a scaffolding tower

He's coming back in four weeks time
To fix it all up and clear the grime
Then we'll have a warm and satisfied feeling
As we gaze lovingly on our new plaster ceiling