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Travails With My Aunt


It started as an irritating drip, drip, drip.
Then slowly it evolved to a trickle
It fell away from the faucet lip
And my body it did tickle.

A drip to a trickle and then a stream
I thought of the water bill
But it continued to flow and then teem
Almost up to the sill.

I dozed and dreamed of forty days and nights
And what just might ensue
If the water kept on running
There'd be some mess here in the loo.

So the bath continued to run on
Over the lip, across the floor
And then a little beyond
It flowed beneath the door.

Nothing had prepared me for the flood
In the tub I'd been catching some z's
Now I knew my name was mud
For sure, if not, then Archimedies.

She flew through the door and with a shrug
Yelled "Get out young man"
She plunged in her hand and pulled the plug

So forgive me now my little game
And this didn't happen, dummy
But writing a poem around such a name
I thought was kinda funny.

Next time, perhaps, another feat
An example of my contrarianism
That is to say if you'd care to meet
My Auntie Disestablishmentarianism.





Comments

00dozo said…
I'm sure your cousin Sue Nami would have left you snoozing away.
;-)
nonamedufus said…
00dozo: hahahaha...yeah, I bet you're right. Good one!
Anonymous said…
Ha! Clever poem!

And I like saying "auntie diluvian."

It has such a nice "flow."

*snort*
Donnie said…
As a southerner, and a Mississippian, I write poems (rarely) about fishing and shooting, etc. You write about floods. Damned! I'm not sure which is worse. Fishing during a flood or flooding while I'm shooting something... Guess that's one of the things that make me and Canadians different. Not to mention that 30 degrees is freezing cold to me, and 100 is only warm and the norm.
nonamedufus said…
Quirks: Very funny. *waves*
nonamedufus said…
Donnie: Here, 30(C) is 86(F). I wish it were 30 now! I envy you.
Ziva said…
Huh, just the other day I cleared our clogged drains (M was too much of a wuss to do it,) but now I'm suddenly hearing this annoying dripping sound.. I hope it's just your blog, Dufus, cause I definitely don't need any plumbing problems.
nonamedufus said…
Ziva: Okay, I'll try and pipe down.
K A B L O O E Y said…
She sounds just like my twin aunties Dote and Macassar.
nonamedufus said…
KABLOOEY: Oh yeah? I have a very young aunt I admire. You should see her: Auntie Body
Linda Medrano said…
That poem was awesome. A little drippy for my taste though.
nonamedufus said…
Linda: Oh, my, thanks. I'm flushed with praise.
Boom Boom Larew said…
Too bad Auntie Diluvian can't fix my leaky faucet. I'm flush out of ideas and may have to resort to calling in a plumber.
nonamedufus said…
Boom Boom: Oh poor you. Right about now you must feel like Auntie Nausea.
brookeamanda said…
Um, was that based on a true story?!
nonamedufus said…
brookeamanda: No, it was a bit of a pipe dream.
00dozo said…
I'm sure your cousin Sue Nami would have left you snoozing away.
;-)

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