KJ Eastwick
Slightly crazy writer and passionate educator for those who struggle
Oh I had a little one
A temper tandrum the other day.
I wanted it to be bigger
But tantrum would not come out and play.
I mean the toilet burst it’s banks
And flooded water every where
If there was anything else in it
I did not want to hear
(Or smell, or see)
The plumber couldn’t rescue us
Old cast iron ports do rust
We had to get the vent right off
To unflood that blocked up pipe.
The toilet, he was out of action
Over forty eight hours.
Off to the shops to use their one
When we needed too.
I wanted to have a tandrum
But there really was no point
For how would a tantrum unblock a drain
It would have only prolonged the pain.
‘Tis a shame to be so grown up.
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