I was having a café at Bongo Joe's
Telling a friend about a misbegotten hose
It had been months that a drain of mine had been
Clogged, stuffed, clotted and congested
Fumes arose in subtle yet consistent fashion
And something had to be done.
On a grey day le truck finally arrived with the French word
"Assaininssement" printed on its side
Such a tricky word that most French can't spell it
And by definition it sits on a fine line between sewage and sanitation
My heart leapt as the truck accosted my place
And leapt even further as they brought in the gear:
Hoses, metal pipes and more hoses were on order
The two men, in stained uniform, scrambled to a choreographed play
Of Sanitation
With the truck's vacuum on full blast
The aim was to bring the hoses together
Lock step and barrel
Immediately the song of the Beatles ushered into my head
Come Together!
And the hoses came together with the sound of a "POOP!"
Then proceeded to suck out the nefarious goop.
