A Long One-Liner

Nothing could be finer
Than replacing a pool liner
In the morning
Where the grassy stalks all twine around the base
Making ripping sounds as I displace;
Starting to get surly
Where the dew is pearly early
In the morning,
Spiders all will scuttle up
And try to bite your buttle up
At dawning;
If I had Aladdin’s lamp for only a day
I’d make a wish and here’s what I’d say
Nothing could be finer
Than someone else to do that liner
In the morning.

The idea was to replace rusted poles. But more and more leaks came into being, so the best thing to do would be to  . . .

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

. . .  stop repairing leaks, let it drain, and put in a new liner. The process is under way.

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

(No prizes for saying what song has been parodied here.)

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