Poem 41 – Water, Water…

The cliché
It’s only when its gone you that you value what you had is no
One day the taps were running full flow, the next just
A dribble, a seepage, anticlimax, there’s so much
A quick flush requires an hour to refill needing
Definitely a mystery worthy of Hercule Poirot’s
But I doubt even he could solve it, so I’ve summoned a

Waiting for the visit of a local plumber after an air bubble (I hope!) has caused an airlock in the system…

© Ben Quant 2021

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