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
and worse.
When I washed my hands then pulled the plug
I wet my feet.
Sean This is class poetry, washing all over us.Tommy Cooper back with us to stay. Real Fun.Love Duncan
You shouldn't be so nosy next time Sean, just stick to writing them not looking for them. Have you any galoshes, cos I'd put them on next time you go hunting! Great write, enjoyed it very much. Love Ernestine XXX
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
Great write Sean..thanks for sharing hugs, Meggie