drip drip drip

 drip drip drip

i want to write a poem

but the tap is dripping

i need to effect a repair

i need a plan

and all you do is drip drip

pass me the spanner 

a magpie arrests in the cherry tree

and all the birds in the garden explode

a petal floats down like a drip

there now

the poem is finished replete with drips

the tap waits until coffee has written another poem

if the spanner fits