Plumb Lazy

There’s a leak beneath my sink.
I hear it when I fetch a drink
And dump my tepid backwash out.
It’s something simple, I’ve no doubt:
A quarter-twist to cinch a seal
Will likely fix it. Still, I feel
I owe it to myself to wait
Until it’s practically too late
And nearly time to call a pro
And then dive in. Not too long, though,
‘Cause being forced to call a plumber
Is a handy-manly bummer.
No, it’s best to let it fester,
Then apply my leak-arrester
Just in time to save some money,
Smile, and say, “You’re welcome, honey.”

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About Michael

Silliness is good
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