Wednesday words

Dishwasher hasn't finished yet
So I'll drop a little verse
Describe something I can't release
Verbally, I'd be too terse

Now normally it's water
That just runs of this duck's back
But I guess the cold last winter
Has opened up a little crack

That has stayed fast throughout the summer
And widened over time
Which now leads me to have to write
My frustration out in rhyme

May be I need the engineering help
Of one John McAdam
May be he can be my saviour
Stop me throwing toys out of my pram

Want to smooth out the surface
Tired of this bumpy ride
The mean and moody skies above
Bring me down inside

I'll take myself a deep breath
Slowly count to ten
Pray that salvation finds me
Before the beast returns again

The drying cycle's finished now
I'd better go unload
I'll clear out more than just the washer tonight
Now I've penned it out in code