A kink in the hose. Is it real or is it not?
What joy a mud puddle can bring, it is these joys that we should all sing
It is a hot and dry afternoon attitudes stink except here.
The boy comes home from school the hour before three
He comes running and yelling and waving at me
The Hose daddy the hose is what he says
For he lives in his mind for just such kind of days
We had a heat wave of over one hundred degrees
The kind of heat that will drop you to your knees
Let me get back to the original point at hand
Our publicly supplied water is so nasty and wrong
People curse it all the lived day long
It smells of chemicals and will burn you very eye
In a shower it burns and reddens just like lye
So the boy cruises straight out to the rear
Turns on the hose and screams for all to here
Alas we had a communication problem that struck me as sad
He wanted more water, I refused and he got mad
It turns out later that I found
His request was quite sound
You see there was a kink in the hose of need
But he could not relate this horrible deed
He demanded more but I did not fully realize
His water dried up to drip drop size.
We are doing better in our Camelot
And today my son taught me a lot/
This poem was sent to you by me
What happens when our hose of funds, love and goodwill dries up. We should always go back and check on our own end of the hose and remove any kinks within our power to do so.
On the other hand we really should not waste water so perhaps the kink is appropriate.