Drip (A Poem)

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Drip! Drip, drip. Drip, drip, drip. Drip, drip, drip, drip. Stop! I can't take it anymore. The dripping has lasted for four. Yes, four long hours. It's constantly going on. I wish that it would be gone. I've fooled with the faucet. It doesn't work. I've used tools as well. I feel like a jerk. On and on, The sound never stops. If it doesn't stop soon, I'm calling the cops. Perhaps an arrest can be made. Okay, now I'm being silly. I guess I'll have to call for a plumber. Oh yes, my cousin Billy.