Tiles loose. Oh look, a bit of rotted floor. Oh look. A rotted architrave. And stud. And bearer. Oh look, there's rot there too! Is this a wooden boat? No, it would've sunk long ago...
Welcome to my bathroom
Where each day delights appear
For my titivation
Is not my occupation
It's sadism incarnate
A road to enervation
Oh look, the tiles are loose
Now whyever is that?
Lets look further underneath...
Oh my! just look at that!
The floor is going--I must be brave!
The rots now eating the architrave
Can the drywall studs be saved?
There's no way of knowing.
The rot must be suffering malnutrition
"Cos the floor's just eaten the electrician
Should we board him over or call a mortician.?
No point, if the rot keeps going.
And there's rot, rot here and there
There's rot, rot everywhere
So cut and rip and fill and patch
And bash and paint to cover
And splash the antifreeze about
And hope it keeps the white ants out
A year or three or six or eight
Before the rot recovers
For like love, rot is where you find it
But searching leaves you saddened
For like love, rot is everywhere
You''l find, and wish you hadn't...