My thoughts on how Burns would deal with a modern-day problem.
My life is like a tangled hose
That’s sprung a leak in June :
My hose was left all winter long,
Outside and now it’s doomed.
As screwed art thou, my green green pipe
A drouth my plants have and I :
And I need to replace you now, my hose,
Till a’ the flowers gang dry, my hose,
And the dugs aw melt wi’ the sun :
But I will fix the leak still, my pipe,
While the tap o’ life shall run.
And fare thee weel, my only hose,
And fare thee weel a for now !
And I will buy another, my pipe,
To feed flowers and my troubled brow.
(Copyright 2019) Pedro BatPoet