I take out the tank, water leaking at hand
And find a place to let the tank stand
The seat is tricky; the bolt is old and rusted
I hit it with a wrench and now my knuckle is busted
I search for some grips to hold down the screw
And tip over the tank, crap! Now the floor is blue
I found the grips, finally! At last!
But where is the wrench that was just in my hand?
After hours of cursing, I finally do it
The bolt is now in, and I just have to screw it
Is there anything left? Anything missed?
I put down the wrench and shout, "honey the toilet is fixed!"
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The Driliad
PoetryYou've heard of Homer's Iliad, now get ready for the Driliad - my compilation of construction-themed poems. Some are serious, some are funny, some are meant to be serious or funny but aren't; either way Im having a lot of fun with this and I hope yo...
