Emergency Repairs: Stat

It was just a periodic leak
A seeming bathtub overflow
Till burgeoning drops began to seep
Up through the floorboards from below

The first guy opened up the wall
Said galvanized piping won't do at all
The pipe's corroded, shot to hell
Crawled under the house and capped the well

Tore out the pipes and fixtures too
Banged and burned till he was blue
Asked if I wanted him to clean up the mess
Included in his time charge, no need to guess

Left the house with holes in the wall
Plumbing fixtures gone from the shower stall
Floor doesn't seep any more
No need either for a shower door...

Next plumber said, I can fix that
Looked at the wall and pushed back his hat
That wall needs replacing, too you know
So up the estimate must go

Pulled out the tub and looked at the floor
Y'know those repairs? Gonna need some more
Floor's all rotted out for sure
Exterior wall also needs a cure

Between water rot and termite damage
There's not much left that we can salvage
But we can fix that back gate for you
Since we're here, we can do that too

It's only money
Cash in hand
Can't take it with you
Put it into the land

Day Melds into Day

Today's tomorrow
I'm too slow
Tried to hurry
But just couldn't go

Been chasing my tail
Not just for sport
Contractors are elusive
The unreliable sort

But this afternoon promised
A new kind of guy
Called and came over
Seems pretty fly

If he can deliver
On that which he's promised
I'll be content
Instead of more pissed

So here's to the contractor
Who plumbs and pounds
Let's hope he's just
As good as he sounds

Borrowed Voice

My Pudee is not here with me
So we cannot see what each may see
What may be seen what may be thought
Who is chased, who has fought

And so with racing heart I must release
This blogsite to appease
Pudee's insatiable need to babble
About all and sundry of the rabble

When next will there will be some report
Of JJ's needs and Nouna's sport?
I cannot say but sincerely do hope
Releasing this blog does not prove me a dope

Dogged Doggerel for Proper Caterwauling

Doggerel is difficult when required on demand
Words rarely seem to come out quite as planned

Tis easier by far when one has something to say
Or at least begins in the proper mood to play

Unshaped thoughts like fluffy clouds not yet prepared to break
Can attract the oddest words merely for rhyming's sake

Add lack of willpower or self-discipline to the mix
And the result can leave a would-be writer in quite a messy fix

Rhyme rhythm meter: none seem part of any plan
Just putting down what comes out as only nonsense can

And yet when seen in light of such a lengthy drought
One can only be grateful that something has come out

Or not

Wondering re Wandering

Oh where oh where have my humans gone
Oh where oh where can they be
First one suitcase comes down
Then another one too
Oh where oh where have they gone

Meow!