Monday, October 11, 2010

A Poem

The sink.
It broke.
And spewed water all over the floor.

Chris.
Didn't study.
He went to Lowe's.

The sink.
Still broken.
The plumber comes tonight.

I.
Am busy.
Banging my head against the wall.

4 comments:

  1. HAHAHAHAHAHA!!! same thing happened to use, except it didn't get water all over the floor.

    Our plumber is coming tomorrow morning. Too funny.

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  2. It's beautiful. I laughed. I cried. Then I picked myself back up and decided that you should submit it to some sort of a poem book. DO they have those? Are there ones about plumbers? I bet there are.

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  3. I love your poem, but am VERY sorry about the inspiration for it. Hopefully the plumber doesn't cause a second poem about empty bank accounts.

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