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

My Auntie Diluvian.

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.