A Faucet Run A'Mock - Poem by Michael Gale
Crimson blue underwear hanging from the line...
Tea kettles a'fired hot above the boilin' stove.
Sugar crumb'd on the table just-a set in spil'led water...
This puddled liquid lies so still and languildly cold.
Cock roaches battle army-ants for the syrup'ed coated sea...
A missing person, done departed from this runny top-Forever due,
is of one wanted missing mop.
An over flowing sink filled with dirty dishes...
Reminds one of a most wanted housekeeper, Unwisely left
unattended-will come the rushing waters from one let go of faucet.
What did happen to this scene-An unkept mess that did so happen.
A mess so bad would have to be cleaned up...
A broken dish or a chipped up cup.
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