Sunday, October 5, 2025

Saint Vincent Ferrer and I Go Fishing in a Toilet Tank - weak doggerel

 

Lawrence Hall

Mhall46184@aol.com

Dispatches for the Colonial Office

 

Saint Vincent Ferrer and I Go Fishing in a Toilet Tank

 

 

And the master-salesman asked of him and me:

Is the flapper-valve, yea, verily, two inches or three?

 

-not exactly according to Ultimate Guide: Plumbing, Creative Homeowner, 2021

 

 

Toilet bowls are fascinating to dogs and cats

Like watering holes on the Serengeti plains

Their cousins hunt among the desert flats

In the seasons between sweet nourishing rains

 

Strange noises in the dark…

 

But when the water gushes both day and night

St. Vincent and I must pray and think and work

To work this ceramic water-hole aright

For Luna and Pushkin to hunt and lurk

 

The animals watch impatiently…

 

Our labors at last are proven to be blest

As water flows like a smooth anapest!

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