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And that's not all... no, that's not all...
As I returned to the house on Mulberry Street I noticed a raise in the floor,
A raise in the floor? Oh, there could be more...
So I looked and guess what I saw at my feet...
But a whole plank out of place on Mulberry Street.
A plank out of place? That's nothing so grand.
Let's check out the source and see what's been planned.
So we looked above that out-of-place plank,
And saw a fridge that SO should have sank!
So full of water, this fridge was, that
It overflowed, making the floor very un-flat.
We looked even higher to locate the drain
And found the freezer was the one to blame.
A freezer that froze, overflowing its drain,
Into a fridge that couldn't contain
The copious water that soaked up the wood,
Could this get any worse? I think that it could...
We emptied the fridge pan into our sink,
Water not fit for a green slug to drink!
When suddenly out of the drain came a clue
In the form of this water, in its rusty hue.
Yes, the drain had a leak that was really a pain,
A bucket in place, we closed off that drain,
And returned to repairing the freezer ice-maker,
In household repairs, we're a mover and shaker!
Relieved that the problem was not more severe
We heaved a great sigh, feeling no ill was near.
But we should know better that much more would meet
Our hopeful intentions on Mulberry Street.
A few evenings later, my daughter gave a shout,
Just miniscule moments after her father went out!
We raced to the basement to see what was about.
What we found there really was no great surprise,
Water that would cover a sea-beetle's eyes.
Not very deep, but all over the floor,
We dared not look deeper to see if there's more.
But knowing our house here and what's gone before,
These water-caused problems are becoming a bore.
All the same, there was mess and water to sop,
So on hands and knees with towels and mop,
We cleaned up the mess and dried up the floor,
And hoped that the water would be seen no more.
Our hope was short-lived, as the very next night,
We were met with a very similar sight.
With Dad home this time, and thank goodness for that!
We mopped up the floor, and we wrung out the mat.
We waded through stuff that in water can't stand,
Hey, Dad, and I even missed going to band!
But Dad found the problem, the cause of it all,
Was a drain pipe that wasn't needed at all!
It drains our hot tub into the sewer,
The hot tub that's broken – it's old and not newer.
Believing a blocked air intake might be the key,
He went out on the deck to see what might be.
Minus 16, the temperature was sad!
Yet nothing would deter this handy-man Dad!
He found the drain hiding under the snow,
But is that the problem? We simply don't know.
So we tried the drain, but it still overflowed,
The cause of this problem, we still didn't know.
A few more attempts to find out the cause
Revealed little, but gave us all pause
To wonder and wonder about the great feat
Of conquering the plumbing on Mulberry Street.
As I am writing, we still do not know
The cause of the problem beneath the deep snow.
There must be a clog down deep in the drain,
And I, the wife, am hoping I won't be to blame!
My greatest fear's that the cause of the lag
Was an accidentally-flushed-down-the-sink tea bag!
If so, woe is me, as my due I will meet...
If that was the problem on Mulberry Street!
- Heather
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