Poem; The Drip Drip of A Leaky Roof

Leaky Roof

Drip, Drip, water drops on my bed.

Drip, Drip, exploding in my head.

Roof sprung leak, sometime in the night.

Can’t rest, supposed damage gives fright.

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Need fix, or will only get worse.

Hope repairs will not lighten purse.

Friend I told gave me a number,

Told me call, man is a wonder.

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Unsure, had referrals before,

Wary of one looking to score.

Hiring workmen leaves me tense.

Glad gave in to friends insistence.

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Roof was repaired very same day.

Asked kind sir “How much do I pay?”

Only charged a nickel, that’s five,

Gave twenty, Samaritans survive!

June Nash

I went into my bedroom to prepare for a restful nights sleep.  The ceiling fan was spinning.  I felt drops of water, like it was raining!  It doesn’t rain indoors, or at least it isn’t supposed to!  My roof was leaking!  I didn’t do anything that night.  Slept on the dry side of the bed in a fitful sleep about my Leaky Roof.   

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