Ivor plumbs the depths seeking out the sneaky leaks; master of the pipes. Ivor plumbs the depths working away with a wrench; prince of the porcelain. Ivor plumbs the depths leaving sink fittings gleaming; king of the kitchen. Ivor plumbed the depths. In the fresh, peaceful evening our hero can rest.
Written in a whimsical mood, for my lovely friend Ivor, who is not so green as he’s cabbage-like – an old saying from the North of England, meaning he’s not stupid.
©Jane Paterson Basil