Poem: Ode to a Traitorous Sink

What problem lies ahead, what foulness, what stink
From this traitorous sink
Clearing my daughter's clogged sink.
In silence and obstinance, it waits with a stare
Black-clogged with soap, toothpaste and hair
The complaints came a-callin’. The solution you see
Requires but determination to the nth degree
Clearing my daughter's clogged sink.
With parts dismantled, all open to eyes
Its secrets revealed, no great surprise
I cough, cringe and gag–how this job I despise!
My son’s sink–less vengeful, I again realize
Clearing my daughter's clogged sink.
I clear reeking gunk the color of night ink
Thanks, dear Daughter, and your Traitorous Sink.
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