Flood

Row, row your boat gently down the hall, merely, merely, life is not a ball.

I woke in the morning to a squishy sound, what there’s water all around.

My sox are wet; my feet aren’t dry and cant stop and wonder why?

The water is coming from the ceiling this is a familiar feeling.

 This happened once some time a go, which cost this place a lot of dough.

My home for now is a hotel room, so I don’t have to smell the fumes.

The maids make up this place, and I come to with a happy face.

I don’t have to cook or clean, I could get used to this its so serene.

It feels like I’m on vacation, this is such a temptation.

For now this will work, as the people clean up the dirt.

My place smells bad, and I’m really glad that fans are around drying up the air and ground.

I can’t wait to go back home, and be back in my zone.

But I can’t stop and wonder, is this place going under?

With water all around, on the wall, ceiling and the ground, should I rent a boat to float around, in case the water should come falling down?