282 – Drains

Poem number 282
.
Drains
.
My drain is blocked
The grate’s submerged
I’ve got a stick
I’m on the verge
Of jabbing it
Down through the murk
I’m betting though
It doesn’t work
I’m betting that
I’ll have to ring
The Water Board
To fix this thing
Ah well, I guess
Next time I’ll think
Before I tip
Fat down the sink.

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