'Twas on a Sunday morning...

...when the Aircon man appeared,
Confirming that the aircon was defective,
as I'd feared.
He rummaged in the fusebox
and the aircon came back on,
But later I discovered
that water pump had gone.

Oh it all makes work for the working man to do.

So late on Sunday night I summoned Mr Aircon back.
He said he'd bridged the aircon fuse; does he a brain-cell lack?
He rectified his error so the villa won't burn down.
I need to find a proper electrician, not a clown.

Oh it all makes work for the working man to do.

'Twas on a Monday morning when I heard my Wife declare
There wasn't any pressure, so she couldn't wash her hair.
With power to the water pump but no hydraulic head,
"We're gonna need a new one then, my darling", Goatboy said.

Oh it all makes work for the working man to do.

And so on Monday evening, I got up on the roof
I swept aside the pigeon poo and kicked one with my hoof.
I spannered my new water pump and threw the 'lectric switch
The faulty motor tripped the fuse because it was a bitch.

Oh it all makes work for the working man to do.

So on the Tuesday morning I went back to Pumps-4-Less.
"We've checked it and there's nothing wrong. Your wiring is U/S.
Last month some pumps were wired wrongly, but not in this case."
(They'd rewired mine in secret so that no-one would lose face.)

Oh it all makes work for the working man to do.

By evening on Tuesday, water pressure was restored.
The shower was delightful as therefrom clean water poured.
There's still no electricity supplying the A/C.
The landlord reckons it ain't his responsibility.

Oh it all makes work for the working man to do.

Flanders and Swann: "The Gasman Cometh"

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