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 m...