Plug Holes
Listen to Colin read his poem ...
For years I’ve noticed water swirled
Anti-clockwise down our plug holes,
But elsewhere in this funny world,
Wheresoever folk have dug holes,
The water clockwise disappears:
It all depends on hemispheres.
For in the northern one they’ve found
The water clockwise goes around,
But in the southern one, not so,
For anti-clockwise it will flow.
(Some scientists, though, now proclaim
‘Tis just a load of tosh,
And all in all, it’s much the same
Wherever you may wash.)
Anti-clockwise down our plug holes,
But elsewhere in this funny world,
Wheresoever folk have dug holes,
The water clockwise disappears:
It all depends on hemispheres.
For in the northern one they’ve found
The water clockwise goes around,
But in the southern one, not so,
For anti-clockwise it will flow.
(Some scientists, though, now proclaim
‘Tis just a load of tosh,
And all in all, it’s much the same
Wherever you may wash.)
This poem is copyright (©) Colin West 2024
About the Writer
Colin West
Colin lives in Battle, East Sussex. He studied Graphic Design and Illustration and has written and illustrated over 50 children’s books. His poems have appeared in anthologies by Roger McGough and Julia Donaldson. He now writes purely for his own pleasure and enjoys collecting old books, mainly of poetry.
