Drip, Drip, Drip Poem by Jonathan Goldman a.k.a JGthepoet

Drip, Drip, Drip



A constant Drip, Drip, Drip, I hear,
As water flows down my Kitchen Door
From the flat above ~ another leak,
Will the neighbours be home this week?

For today is Christmas Day,
When Folks to family go away,
If no one is home I am still to hear,
That constant Drip sounding in my ear.

Sometime ago they had a leak,
Their washing machine in kitchen above,
Flooded water below their kitchen floor,
Dripping downwards ~ do I have an encore?

I have put a vessel below the Drip,
That at steady intervals drop,
I wait for the next Drip expectantly,
Hoping in time it will stop.

Or will the flow increasing be?
Will more water descend on me?
Are the neighbours at home this week?
To find a solution to this problem I seek.

Copyright (c) Jonathan Goldman [JGthepoet] - 25 December 2006

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