Fixing a Leak

The plumber is fixing a leak; The pipe’s needing more than a tweak. So for things to improve He will have to remove Some wood panels - I’m starting to freak. Our house, built in ‘80, is old And it’s paneled, which is, truth be told, Now considered passé But was cool in its day, Though with changing it, I’ve not been sold. So I’m listening from the next room As he hammers and drills; I presume That he knows what to do For we haven’t a clue If more leaks, in the future, will loom. But voila! He just finished and yes, I’m relieved of a lot of my stress, For he came well-equipped To replace what had dripped And he didn’t leave much of a mess. On the wall, all the panels survived And the handyman, once he’s arrived, Will nail down what is loose And, as you can deduce, Of my kitchen, I won’t be deprived.