What is that sound? Chug, chug, putt, putt. We need to know…It smells like soot. I guess we can’t delay this now, We need to get this fixed, and how. You take it in and they do say, Hey! Live bait here – we’ll make them pay. We’ll keep them guessing room to room. And […]
Poem Topic: Fixing Things
The Break Down Plan
How come a copier or fax picks just the perfect time, To quit their work, to poop right out. It’s just a common crime. First thing, it does not break down when The technician “Quickly” comes. But when they’re gone – Oh me, oh my! You hear that dreaded “hmmm”. It’s if, as though, that […]