The repairman comes to knock on the door,
With his tools in a big leather pouch,
To install the hookup for my fridge,
Under the sink he will have to crouch,
The copper line for the ice and water,
Makes it convenient in getting a drink,
No more having to pay for the bottles,
Or getting it from the sink,
It's little things in life that I adore,
Something as simple as a glass of water,
Although I appreciate the health benefits,
It tends to overload my bladder.
2012
Victoria Gauci
http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/the-repairman-cometh/
