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The Waters Run Deep, well at least 1 inch
by Cathlyn CartierMy kitchen pipe is broke,
Dear Lord, what will I do?
There is a river flowing
From the sink to Kalamazoo.
My pocket book is empty,
My credit card's a joke,
Have you ever on a Sunday
Tried to find a plumber bloke?
Guess I'll just cut off the water
And have mircrowavable meals,.
Use paper plates for dinnerware,
And forestall the plumber's bill....
At least until pay day. 11/17/2002 Posted on 11/17/2002
Copyright © 2024 Cathlyn Cartier
| Member Comments on this Poem |
| Posted by Anne Howe on 11/17/02 at 08:32 PM a witty look at a watery dilemma ....... so many times you have to laugh or you'd cry .... nice one |
| Posted by Charles E Minshall on 11/18/02 at 03:12 AM Sad tale but fun poem Cath....Charlie |
| Posted by David R Spellman on 11/18/02 at 05:16 PM At least you had a sense of humor about it as displayed so well here! Fun one to read. |
| Posted by Chris Sorrenti on 11/18/02 at 05:55 PM Cute one Cath. What middle class working stiff can't relate to this one??? Nicely versed! |
| Posted by Adrian Calhoun on 11/20/02 at 06:35 AM What do you think the pioneers did before running water? LOL *hugs* |
| Posted by Rommel Cruz on 04/29/03 at 04:49 PM hahaha. this goes to show that words surely have relative meanings. im having a good laugh here. =) |
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