Friday, February 20, 2015

Poetry Friday - Safety Splash


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We bought an old house recently and with the cold weather, I have been slightly obsessed with the pipes freezing. As a result, you have today's poem. So far, so good with the pipes!

Safety Splash 
(Not to be confused with the Safety Dance which was a really bad '80s song. This is just a really bad poem for a small audience.)

Drip, drip, drip, 
A drop over the lip.
Lever pushed but not too much, 
Pinch the handle with a delicate touch.

Drip, drip, drip,
The body in bed will flip.
Many thoughts crowd the mind,
Lying in bed, hard to unwind.

Drip, drip, drip,
No room to stumble or trip.
The night air hovers close to zero,
Can't have a plumber being the hero.

Drip, drip, drip,
Early sun through the curtains can slip.
Jump out of bed to check the tap,
Not south enough to miss the cold snap.

©Jeff Barger 2015


4 comments:

  1. The weather has been the talk for a while by so many. Sorry you had the cold & realize that your old pipes definitely could freeze. And the 'drip, drip, drip' could definitely keep you awake! Thanks for sharing,Jeff, hope it warms up soon. I'm in Denver & we're expecting a foot of snow or more starting tonight. Our temps have set high records, though winter might be over, but... Happy Friday!

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  2. Jeff, the everlasting drip, drip sound is one that can keep you awake all night. I am glad that your pipes did not freeze in this cold weather. These lines in your poem were fun: Jump out of bed to check the tap,
    Not south enough to miss the cold snap.

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  3. "Can't have a plumber being the hero" made me smile :-) Good luck with your pipes!

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  4. Hope you made it through the cold snap without a hero plumber! We are warming up (slightly, temporarily) and digging out from 6 inches of snow yesterday!

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