Another Wet Wednesday - Poem by Sean Joyce
On Wednesday I got to wondering
if there was perhaps a poem
underneath the wash-house basin.
With considerable effort and not a little pain
I disconnected the outflow and peered down the drain
This is not the end - because
I was unable to reconnect
When I washed my hands then pulled the plug
I wet my feet.
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