Bez Berry

Christine's Flood

 

The weather's cold.  The ground is hard

The pipe has frozen in the yard

I come back from a winter's walk

I think a bottle I'll uncork

To warm me up and cheer my soul

A burning fire all heaped with coal

But as I enter through the door

What's this I see upon the floor?

A lake of water on the tiles

Gone the joy and gone the smiles

A punctured pipe. A seeping hole

A ghastly feeling in my soul

Disaster's struck. What shall I do?

I need someone to help me through

It takes no time before they come

My friends arrive to help me plumb

And dry and clean and wash and scrub

I'll treat them all down at the pub.

It took a while to sort it out

But in my mind there is no doubt

When trouble comes - to make amends

Nothing's better than good friends