Come Together

 

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.