Get dinner cooked, clean up the mess,
With twin grandsons my life is blessed.
We’re happy to help and not be paid,
I empathise with Filipina maids.
The next call is from the ensuite,
Porcelain bowl is quite replete.
Filled to the rim it’s quite a task,
‘The dunny’s blocked,’ need he have asked.
‘Here’s the plunger, I hear him say,
Working for nought, not plumbers pay.
Rhythmically I squash and push,
Up to the elbows in one ply mush
Thank God no faeces swirls around
And then I hear a gurgling sound.
The S bend clears with swoshing suction,
Much to the kids immense elation.
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