Frozen pipes are irritating,
make me wish defenestrating
on whoever plumbed this dear old house!
Nights of twenty-one below,
followed by consistent snow
make a basement dweller of my spouse.
I love all the beauty of
Winter gifts from up above
but in an old farmhouse, here’s the thing:,
Flushing toilets and hot showers
are confined to warmer hours,
maybe won’t return now until Spring!
So forgive me if I can’t
write with rhyme both straight and slant;
as I make the rounds of all our sinks.
I must keep the water flowing
on and off, since we keep going,
And a flushless toilet really stinks!