Drip. Drip.

Drip.

Drip.

Drip.

Goes the water.

Drip.

Drip.

From the faucet

Drip.

Drip.

In the bathroom

Drip.

Drip.

Drives me crazy.

Drip.

Drip.

Turn the knob harder.

Drip.

Drip.

Drip.

Drip..

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Author: mastout

I'm a writer and poet who dabbles in photography. I'm interested in many things and love to learn new stuff.

2 thoughts on “Drip. Drip.”

  1. Repetition also works well here along with the visual aspect. Now that you have the poem, it’s time to call the plumber. Or, if your faucet allows, simply a new washer.

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