A Plumber Poem by Phil Soar

A Plumber



I know a local plumber whose pipes are all on tap
His Cisterns are made of plastic
And his toilets rather crap
He spends his time out fishing
And his charges are extreme
He lives in a shed in Walthamstow
And his life is a pipe dream

Monday, January 19, 2015
Topic(s) of this poem: funny
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