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.