There once was a man <br />Who upon waking one morning <br />Found that from the tap <br />No water was pouring <br />He screamed in rage <br />And pulled out his hair <br />Swearing to punish those who'd dare <br />To keep him from bathing <br />And washing his teeth <br /> <br />Cut off their hands <br />And boil their heads <br />Make little pillows <br />From their dead wives' breasts <br />Gobble up their children <br />And spit out the bones <br />Hack and slash <br />'Till the water again flows<br /><br />Frederick Weyer<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/hot-wind-blows-when-no-water-flows/
