I enjoyed Joseph Rainmound's Open Limerick Thread of last Friday, and wanted to share my own bit of doggerel:
The Masters of the Universe
Have dumped on us again, but worse:
No water flows from hose or tap -
They've clogged the plumbing with their crap!
They have a rescue plan, marked "Rush"
"Give us your water, that we may flush".
"But what will I drink?" you meekly frown.
"Don't worry, it will trickle down!"
Anyone else care to versify?