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Thanks to Nightowl for the idea, I decided to write about my most recent adventure in the form of a poem...
Twas the week before Christmas,
on a Tuesday night,
When sounds from the bathroom
gave me a fright.
I knew in a second
there was going to be trouble,
As told by the sound
of that rising air bubble.
Until 1 in the morning,
the plumbers tried
To find what had crawled
in the pipes and died.
They came back again
early the next day,
And continued trying
to break the clog away.
They went up on the roof
to use an air jet,
But before things got better,
much worse they would get.
The black water in the toilet
began to rise;
What happened next
was a big surprise.
Suddenly the sludge
shot up like a rocket!
It shot high enough
to hit the light socket!
The bathroom filled up,
inch by inch,
With this substance that looked
like the blood of the Grinch!
It spilled out onto
the bedroom rug.
"Could this get any worse?"
I said with a shrug.
The maintenance crew spent hours
cleaning up the mess.
We were all glad to be nearing
the end of this stress.
The cause of the problem
was neighbors who don't think,
Pouring used grease and fat
down the drain in their sink.
And the happy end to this story,
is that our whole apartment,
The Monday after Christmas,
will be getting new carpet.
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