There once was a man
Who upon waking one morning
Found that from the tap
No water was pouring
He screamed in rage
And pulled out his hair
Swearing to punish those who'd dare
To keep him from bathing
And washing his teeth
Cut off their hands
And boil their heads
Make little pillows
From their dead wives' breasts
Gobble up their children
And spit out the bones
Hack and slash
'Till the water again flows
Frederick Weyer
http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/hot-wind-blows-when-no-water-flows/
