or If I Don’t Get Married Soon I’m Going to Blow a Fuse
This week’s ring is a shade less glamorous than my original doorknob style. A little more utilitarian if you will. No cheap diamond for me. No cubic zircon, no siree! This week’s ring is 100% Pyrex, American made, patent number 1930. There’s a bit of a tale to go with it:
This is a house on the Mersey.
This is the toilet what wouldn’t flush
That sits in a house on the Mersey.
This is the coffee what made me rush
To find the toilet what wouldn’t flush
That sits in a house on the Mersey.
This is the tap what wouldn’t pour
The water for coffee that made me rush
To find the toilet what wouldn’t flush
That sits in a house on the Mersey.
This is the pump way beneath floor
What fills the tap what wouldn’t pour
The water for coffee that made me rush
To find the toilet what wouldn’t flush
That sits in a house on the Mersey.
This is the fuse what worked so poor
To power the pump beneath the floor
What fills the tap what wouldn’t pour
The water for coffee that made me rush
To find the toilet what wouldn’t flush
That sits in a house on the Mersey.
This is the panel with the rusty door
That holds the fuse what worked so poor
To power the pump beneath the floor
What fills the tap what wouldn’t pour
The water for coffee that made me rush
To find the toilet what wouldn’t flush
That sits in a house on the Mersey.
This is the basement so scary and old
That keeps the panel with the rusty door
That holds the fuse what worked so poor
To power the pump beneath the floor
What fills the tap what wouldn’t pour
The water for coffee that made me rush
To find the toilet what wouldn’t flush
That sits in a house on the Mersey.
These are the stairs so hard and cold
That lead to the basement so scary and old
That keeps the panel with the rusty door
That holds the fuse what worked so poor
To power the pump beneath the floor
What fills the tap what wouldn’t pour
The water for coffee that made me rush
To find the toilet what wouldn’t flush
That sits in a house on the Mersey.
This week’s post is dedicated to Bernard and Gail, without whom I would have had a most unhappy weekend in Milton.
(c) Judy Parsons 2012
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