Wednesday, September 05, 2007

The Pipes

The pipes are singing
Singing again
That man upstairs
Claims it’s just an air bubble
But also he can’t hear it
Yet that’s what it’ll be says he

The pipes are singing again
And I hum that tune
I hear those words
Lyrics from these singing pipes
Soon I’ll be singing too

I sing with the pipes
Sing and swing - sing and chop
Sing and slice - sing and dice
That man upstairs too
Has heard our song

He’s checking the pipes
For that burbling bubble
Took an age to squeeze him in
It’s not a bubble
But the singings gone
And now the radiator bleeds

5 comments:

Dem said...

Brilliant - made me chuckle darkly.

Chris said...

It was brilliant.

Good evocation of pipes (I don't say that often) and a nice play on words at the end.

You know, as usual!

cocaine jesus said...

dark. cool.

Annie Wicking and Loman Austen said...

Wow, wonderful..

T'is I, Annie again

ish said...

Always this disposal problem.