The Tale of the Wobbly Bog

On the subject of an unwanted water feature... Water, water, everywhere In rushing rivers down the wall As loud as grand Niagara’s Fall In to the Wobbly Bog Pouring, pouring, endlessly Insistent flow of running stream Unwanted runnels carved through dream Swelling the Wobbly Bog Soaking, soaking, soggily The puddle deep, the muddy ground ‘Tis said there was a postman found Drowned in the Wobbly Bog Dropping, dropping, gravity Bleaching brick with scale of lime On damp of wall the mark of time Shadows the Wobbly Bog Gushing, gushing, noisily Unbalancing the Feng and Shui No wind to dry the churning sea Flooding the Wobbly Bog Madness, madness, sanity By white noise of incessant drip Is sunken like a sodden ship Wrecked in the Wobbly Bog Misty, misty, spookily By moonlight come the boggy sprites With mischief and their tiny lights Haunting the Wobbly Bog Wishing, wishing, hopelessly That some good knight with tool or sword From Aster or the Water Board Might conquer the Wobbly Bog Watching, watching, grumpily The paint that never dries; dismay As Wiltshire waters pour away In to the Wobbly Bog by Gail