The Ingredients Of A Dripping Tap Poem by Kevin Hulme

All manner of Hell are within the Dripping Tap,
It's a Combination of pain that I've set out to map.
It's a hundred ‘ Bell Jars' rolled into one,
Seventy ‘Gloomy Sundays' breaking in song.
It's a Thousand Bedlam's that fall to the sink,
A Million drum beats that drive you to drink.
Some dozen potions Dr Jekyll had drunk,
With a couple of ‘Screams' by Edvard Munch.
A dollop of ‘Inferno' add two Stephen Kings,
To a Soupçon of ‘Sauron' from Lord of the Rings.
A pound of Renfield eating flies in his cell,
An oz of old Charon and the river he dwells.
A slice of ‘Psycho' when the blood starts to spurt,
With a portion of ‘Alien' bursting John Hurt.
It's a gallon of Poe with his ‘Tell tale Heart',
To a pint of the drill the Dentist imparts.
It's every drunk singer condensed in a drip,
A Crèche load of Children in a Tizzy and a Fit.
It's a Chorus of Cats disturbing your rest,
And four Slurpers of Soup for a Dinner guest.
And so to cap it all off, after searching around,
No Washer of size could ever be found.