My ThingamajigA Poem by Bob BProblems can be small; Problems can be big. I'm having a problem With my thingamajig.
Too much information, Some might say. But it's a kind of problem You can't wish away.
When they are new, They work like a dream. Everything flows In a steady stream.
But as they get older, Like many things--I swear-- They start showing A lot of wear and tear.
I'm sure you could Make a funny quip; But it isn't funny When they start to drip.
One could try to stop The dripping with one's hand. But obviously, It won't go as planned.
I often wonder what Freud might have said. The problem's not unique; It's fairly widespread.
It really doesn't help To squeeze it or strike it. Where can I find Another one just like it?
There HAS to be someone Who could repair it. Or do I have to Simply grin and bear it?
I can't ignore the problem; It won't disappear. A LEAKY FAUCET is A pain in the rear!
(3-18-17) By Bob B © 2017 Bob B |
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Added on March 18, 2017 Last Updated on March 19, 2017 |

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