Not my fault, Mrs. Sarah,
says the plumber,
examining the growing split
between steel counter top and sink.
The contractor chews his gum,
wrings his hands,
and throws the cabinet guy under the bus.
This is all vehrry...Meckey Mouse,
the metal fabricator says in his Scottish brogue,
referring to the plumbing seals
and waving his hands in the general direction
of the sink.
But I'll help yeh, he says,
and he does.