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(1986-2009)
Success! The damn thing’s actually stopped
You are the king of men
The kids are bored, the dog’s asleep
But still you’ve scored a ten
An afternoon of peaceful bliss
A victor’s worthy spoils
But then a dreaded voice cries out
‘Sid, now it’s leaking oil’
A man is not a real man
Until he’s plugged a leak
Those cunning little trickles
That make you want to shriek
A seeping valve, a dripping tap
How does it all begin?
The washer’s fine, the fitting’s tight
Though tempers are wearing thin
And so you try to fix it
With tools and cloths and grit
Yet somehow God’s against you
He’s wearing their team’s kit
A nut won’t budge and then it snaps
All seals are mysteries
Whoever dreamed up piping
Deserves no life of ease
Replacement parts? They’re out of stock
Designs have always changed
So now it’s time to improvise
Before the wife’s deranged
Putty, rags and fancy tape
Will surely do the trick
But just in case, a mop’s the thing
You might not be that slick
We all know that plumbers aren’t always easy to find, so a lot of DIY plumbing goes on. But did you know it takes a ‘real’ man to plug a leak?
This poem, Leaks, is from The Lost Property Window