The faucet has issues.
We both know it.
I look away when she goes
kunk, kunk, kunk.
I don’t like to stare.
She pretends it didn’t happen.
But the water trickling from her hose
Like a fighter’s bloodied nose
Is hard to ignore. I wipe it off.
I go about my business but
Soon I’m back. I pause.
The faucet has issues.
We both know it.
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Fortress of Dissolitude 
Home Depot has those rubber rings. 🙂
Too funny. And you’re right. Because we know it’s not the faucet that has issues, don’t we.
I’ve found that stuffing a cork in
Never mind.
I’m thinking of the dog.
Was also tempted at times to fix my mother-in-law like that, only it would have involved giving up at least one of my socks too.
Great verse, though.
Lighthearted axiom of life.
The stuffing of things is a slippery slope.
Not gonna go there.
I’m just going to keep it to myself and hope it doesn’t affect my dreams tonight.
A remarkably good poem capturing as it does the vagaries of life.