An ode to water woes

To the Editor:

Old man water tower:

You used to work, but now,

Not so much

And without you, we're

Left in a clutch

All rusted and poppin' with holes

You're leaving us nothing

In our much needed bowls.

We're good and mad, Ol' Man

And here's why,

We're tired of waiting,

But more over, it's cause we're all pretty dry

Because of you,

We're too dry, even to spit,

Much less spat,

Though all will be forgiven,

When you're back at the tap.

J.W. George,

Brazil