Water
Main
Cracked,
Causing
A
Midnight
Flood,
And
Now
Our
Street
Is
Caked
With
Mud.
Cars
Race
By,
Raising
A
Dust,
But
The
Ancient
Pipe
Had
Turned
To
Rust.
When
Rain
Will
Come
Is
Anyone’s
Guess,
So
We’re
Slightly
Stuck
With
The
Mess,
Reducing
Our
Domicile
To
A
Hovel.
Come
On
Over,
And
Bring
A
Shovel.