A Faucet Run A'Mock

Crimson blue underwear hanging from the line...
Tea kettles a'fired hot above the boilin' stove.

Sugar crumb'd on the table just-a set in spil'led water...
This puddled liquid lies so still and languildly cold.

Cock roaches battle army-ants for the syrup'ed coated sea...
A missing person, done departed from this runny top-Forever due,
is of one wanted missing mop.

An over flowing sink filled with dirty dishes...
Reminds one of a most wanted housekeeper, Unwisely left
unattended-will come the rushing waters from one let go of faucet.

What did happen to this scene-An unkept mess that did so happen.

A mess so bad would have to be cleaned up...
A broken dish or a chipped up cup.

by Michael Gale

Comments (3)

hey this is an entertaining poem indeed! ! ..sort of amusing indeed.. for instance the first line is very catching i should say, .. and kept my interest through out the poem sir.. nice write! ! ! 10++ with love shan
An everyday mess...leading to a tidily creative poem. We don't need to discuss giants to consider great themes; a faucet will do quite nicely :) A deserved 10 from me too! Best wishes, and a very happy New Year to you and yours. jack.
YOUR DISCRIPTORIAL SPECTRUM DOTH RUNNETH THY FAUCET OVER... FINE STRUCTURED PIECE OF PROSE...QUITE AN INTRIGUING TOPIC TO BESPEAK SO MUCH ABOUT....I MYSELF ON A TOPIC LIKE THIS, WOULD START OUT IN A TRICKLE...AND END IN A DRIP! CRANIALLY CREATIVE MIKE== IO!