Classic Poem

This is the house that Jack took.

This is the rain
That came through the roof
And flooded the house that Jack took.

This is the drain
That blocked the rain
That came through the roof
And flooded the house that Jack took.

This is the builder, a local man,
Who came with five ladders, a horse and van,
To clear the drain
That blocked the rain
That came through the roof
And flooded the house that Jack took.

These are the days—a dozen or so—
In which the water continued to flow
In spite of the builder, a local man,
Who came with five ladders, a horse and van,
To clear the drain
That blocked the rain
That came through the roof
And flooded the house that Jack took.

This is the drawing-room ceiling white
That dripped with moisture day and night
Throughout the days—a dozen or so—
In which the water continued to flow
Unchecked by the builder, a local man,
Who came with five ladders, a horse and van,
To clear the drain
That blocked the rain
That came through the roof
And flooded the house that Jack took.

And this is the bill which, I'm afraid,
Will some day or other have to be paid
For mending the drawing-room ceiling white
Which fell to the ground one sorrowful night
Because of the days—a dozen or so—
In which the water continued to flow
Unchecked by the builder, a local man,
Who came with five ladders, a horse and van,
To clear the drain
That blocked the rain
That came through the roof
And flooded the house that Jack took.