Sound Heard While Replacing The Basement Toilet
a ghostly whoosh
echoes down the open pipe
a toilet flushing
in a neighbor’s house uphill
yes, we are all connected.
I hardly ever do this but here’s a challenge to all you poets out there: write a poem about plumbing. There are no rules, write about anything – an ode to your favourite plunger, a sonnet about a dripping tap, a haiku about flexible hoses!
Link back to this post if you like, so I can read your poems.
Challenge accepted! May take a while…..
Thought it appropriate to do a limerick, so I have two quick compositions for you
A plumber in Dublin, not very bright
Didn’t know his left from his right
When he connected the output
By mistake to the input
He gave himself a terrible fright
A plumber once had a mishap
When putting a washer on a tap
The accident was his worst
When the connection burst
And water spewed out through the gap
Good stuff Tim, reminds me of my attempts at plumbing!
Hmmm… we are all connected, except those of us on tank water with a septic system. 😀
Good challenge, I shall ponder it tomorrow at work.
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So I mentioned the plumping poem challenge to my husband and he just rattled this off, about his favourite plumbing tool he calls the de-clogginator2000, a strange long bendy metal thing with a spring thingy at one end:
There’s too much paper in it,
you’ve clogged it up again!
So now I have to go and get
my trusty plumber’s friend.
I poke it in and shove it round,
and poke it in some more.
It’s not a job that I enjoy,
it’s a job that I abhor.
But with the de-clogginator
with that weird corkscrew bit
and a handily long handle,
we’re no longer in the shit.
A masterpiece, Kate, tell your husband thanks! Everyone should own a tool like that!