The Plumber

The Plumber

It’s the sound of water
Hushing through the loose float valve,
  That balloon arm that moves up and down
And regulates the water,
  That’s what it is that makes that sound

Something ‘bout the flapper stop can’t keep the seal locked,
Water leaks through, when low enough, refills by the ballcock

He climbs now up top of the tank
I’ve seen him bend down and jiggle the handle
  Some days he doesn’t seem so concerned
They say a cat will jump up on a hot stove once
  But of a noisy toilet he’ll never learn

I wonder if he thinks it’s mice holed in the porcelain
What goes on in that small cat brain is nothing of I’m certain

Certainly he’ll never figure it out
Now he’s standing on the toilet seat
  A few times he’s fell in and slipped
Carpeting under his feet
  Would give him better grip

It wouldn’t cost too much to buy and put in a new flapper
But certainly it’s much more fun him staring at the crapper