“The tap drips and keeps me awake,
In the morning there will be a lake.
Then for another my father will toil.
For the want of a washer the carpet will spoil,
My father could snuff it while he is at work.
Dad, fit a washer don’t be a burk!”
written by Adrian Mole (Tuesday, 13 January — Secret Diary)
One of my favourite poems from him ♥