Good days, bad nights
by cricketjeff on April 27, 2010. © Jeff Green, All rights reserved
It was sunny, almost summer, as I walked to work today
And at lunchtime I went wandering a while.
Coming home along a footpath there were children out at play
And I couldn’t stop erupting in a smile.
Safe at home I sat down reading, feeling good then spirits sank,
There was lost of ghastly gurgling then no water in the tank.
In my jimjams, carpet slippers, and all ready for my bed
I got out a ladder, climbed into the loft.
Dark and dusty, full of clutter and with beams that bash your head,
It’s the home of all the treasures we have doffed.
In the corner, grey and heartless, stands the cause of all my woe,
It’s a tank, unfilled with water and a valve that stemmed the flow.
With a lot of angry cursing and a hammer in my hand,
I attacked the wretched ballcock with a will.
Now the tank is full of water and another bath is planned
Some jobs need a lot of grunt and little skill.
Now the night is dark and peaceful and tomorrow it’s full Moon
And I better write a list and buy some plumbing parts quite soon!
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