Upon Finding That The Ceiling at My Office at Work Has Leaked

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The ceiling in my office leaked,

my carpet is a mess.

How long it will remain like this

is anybody’s guess.

 

Some books are trashed, some DVDs

are bathed in flakes of paint;

The scent of mold, and mildew there’s

enough to make one faint.

 

My 9th grade Odyssey is fine,

my con law books as well.

But one tenth of my holdings

are really shot to hell.

 

My car trunk’s packed with cartons

of stuff I want to keep.

I’ll have a Buddhist outlook,

and try hard not to weep.

2 thoughts on “Upon Finding That The Ceiling at My Office at Work Has Leaked

  1. I’ve never spied an icy dam.
    I never hope to see one.
    But I can tell you, oh dear friend,
    I’d rather see than feel one.

    Couldn’t resist, Lynne. I never heard about ice dams before and now every day someone tells me about another disaster caused by an ice dam. It isn’t funny, but your poem brings out the giddy side of me.

    Here’s to an unforgettable winter.

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