A DOMESTIC IDYLL!.

King Country Chronicle, Volume IX, Issue 743, 6 February 1915, Page 7

A DOMESTIC IDYLL!.

The plumber canie down like the wolf on the fold, His brass lead, and copper like silver and' gold; His wallet all bulging with myriads of things, 7Vl t -• "With solder and ga's'-fittings, washers and rings. He cut ofi the water, estingudshsd the gas, And blocked up each passage so no one could pass, Smoked shag in ,my boudoir, and), when I stopped that, Said very bad words to the dog and the cat. The sound of his whistle was heard on the stairs, He dumped tools and tackle on carpets and chairs ; ,He filled all the house with a gaseous smell Which attar of roses was powerless to quell.' He vanished for hours, never leaving a clue, \ _ And returned with some string and a kettle of glue '■; ■ And now all was ready, he spent a . day more . In "tracing a pipe" 'neath the draw-ing-room floor. '," ■•..'. Next day about noon he announced - with a grin .' ' He had "spotted the trouble," and now. would begin ; , And he pottered about for a week ■ off and on, And when he had "finished", and pack- ; ed up and gone, The pipes were all tangled, the joints were all mixed, The screws were, all loose,- and the taps were all fixed ; ' But the sound of that plumber is heard as' of yore— For he's "doing a job" for the couple next door !