The Ingredients of a Dripping Tap

All manner of Hell are in the dripping tap,

It’s a combination of pain that I’ve set out to map.

It’s a Hundred ‘Bell Jars’  rolled into one,

Seventy ‘Gloomy Sundays’ breaking in song.

Its a Thousand ‘Bedlam’s’ falling to the sink,

A Million Drum Beats that drive you to drink. 

Some dozen potions Dr Jekyll had  drunk,

With a couple of ‘Screams’ by Edvard Munch.

A dollop of ‘Inferno’ , Add Two Stephen Kings,

To a Soupçon of ‘Sauron’ from ‘Lord of the Rings’.

A pound of ‘Renfield’ eating flies in his Cell,

An Oz of old Charon and the river he dwells. 

A slice of ‘Psycho’ when the blood starts to spurt,

With a portion of ‘Alien’ bursting John Hurt. 

It’s a Gallon of Poe with his ‘Tell Tale Heart’, 

To a Pint of the drill the Dentist imparts. 

It’s every Drunk Singer condensed in a drip,

A Crèche load of Children in a Tizzy and a Fit. 

It’s a Chorus of Cats disturbing your rest,

And four Slurpers of Soup for a dinner guest.

And so to cap it all off , after searching around,

No Washer of size could ever be found.