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The Nearsighted Plumber

I'm startin' to run out of nursery rhymes So, I made up one of my own It's about a nearsighted plumber That was accidently glued to his throne Once upon a time, long, long ago There was a plumber, who I'll call Dale Poor old Dale had a hard time plumbing Cause he really couldn't see very well He'd gotten a call, "The toilet won't flush! Please, can you come right away?" Well, old Dale got in such a hurry He forgot to take his glasses that day Well, by the time old Dale had got there The house was in quite a mess He realized he'd forgotten his glasses But he'd give that toilet his best He'd not seen this since plumbing school And then, he only saw it on a test By the time, he got his tools together The water was starting to crest He had spotted the problem right away But remember now, he can only half see The water was squirtin' 6 feet high And poor Dale was only 5 foot 3 He laid his glue on the toilet seat While trying his best not to drown He couldn't see where he put it at And, of course, that's where he sat down He didn't even know till it was too late He'd bent over to loosen a nut And that's when he first noticed it The toilet was glued to his butt So, if you ever need a real good plumber He's the man for the job, without fail And I hope you enjoyed this story Of the nearsighted plumber named Dale I forgot tell you, there's one more thing About the nearsighted plumber named Dale He still has that toilet seat For the thing's still glued to his tail

Copyright © | Year Posted 2010




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Date: 5/26/2010 8:16:00 AM
Larry, this one is a riot. I'm still laughing as I write this. I needed a lift cause I'm in the middle of opening my above-ground pool which I hate with a passion. Wish I had a stick of dynomite or maybe I should have called Dale! Oh well just another cross to bear because of my wife, she likes the pool. I want to say - you like it you open it which would probably be my last words. So I bite my tongue. Have a good one. ...Ralph
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