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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May 26, 2010 at 8:16 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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