Water
Water, water, everywhere,
Turn on the faucet,
It's not there....
Broken main, they say...
Trailer park bosses,
They don't care,
They gave us each three gallons
Of water in a jug,
Hard to take a bath,
Unless you're the size
Of a baby bug...
So, drink beer or soda,
Unbathed, there is an odor,
I always said this trailer park stinks,
Life here is but a jinx...
Buy a pup-tent,
Camp near a mountain stream,
Starting to sound,
Like a wishful dream
Hydrogen hydroxide,
Giver of life,
There's none in this park,
Revolt is rife.
Copyright © Tom Bell | Year Posted 2008
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