There once was a clog in my drain
So perverse we could scarcely explain.
But with tub set to "bath,"
Had to awkwardly laugh
At a reason so painfully plain.
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2 comments:
Put baking soda down the drain.
Add White Vinegar.
Enjoy.
no it was a silly mistake, check the poem again, maybe you can decipher...
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