I went to bed last evening with my muscles tense and sore
From working long and hard all day as I had done before
But as I lay there sleepless came a sound that I abhor
Coming from the bathroom faucet
Was a drip, drip, drip.

I thought perhaps I could relax and doze off counting sheep
But when I reached six hundred ten I still was not asleep.
The constant dripping was enough to make a grown man weep,
While the leaking bathroom faucet
Just went drip,drip, drip.

Now I can fall asleep real quick, or so I thought at first,
But as I lay there sleeplessly the darn sound just got worse,
And I thought that hellish noise would surely make my eardrums burst
As the darn old bathroom faucet
Kept on drip, drip, drip.

So I got up and with bare feet I tiptoed cross the floor,
And cold and tired as I was I gently closed the door,
Then scurried back and climbed in bed as I had done before
But the blasted bathroom faucet
Still went drip, drip, drip.

I hid beneath the covers but the sound came loud and clear,
So I got a couple cotton balls to stick within each ear.
Now it filtered out most everything but the sound I still could hear
Of that damn old bathroom faucet
Going drip, drip, drip.

Now the constant water dripping was making my life hell
For I knew that I was losing sleep and perhaps my mind as well.
So I did the only thing I could and moved to a motel
And let that damned old faucet
Just go drip, drip, drip.

Ray E. Gessler --- rage@novagate.com

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