Poems of the Week

Plumbers’ Plunder

by Marshall Begel

“Why plumbers call [the Friday after Thanksgiving] ‘Brown Friday,’ and it’s not why you think”

We plumbers make a decent living,
Thanks, in part, to your Thanksgiving.

Key to our financial gain
Is what you cooks pour down the drain.

We charge a hundred bucks apiece
To clear a pipe of turkey grease.

A plug of beauty to behold—
To you, it’s brown. To us, it’s gold!