rhyming doesnt suit me but what will be will be (Remove filter)
the leaky tap
the leaky tap it mocks my plight
its dripping never ceases
and in the sweat sink of the night
its mockery increases
it tap tap taps upon my brain
my rest it does encumber
like lying ‘neath the pouring rain
it wont turn off
it wont give in
am i never to slumber
the leaky tap it will not stop
pitter patter pitter patter
i lie in bed and curse its leak
...Thursday 18th August 2016 1:52 pm
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