April sixth started out as a normal day
We drove to U.C. and did OLLI
Then picked up Chinese on the way back home
Though our world would soon be less than jolly
We walked in the house and to our surprise
A rainstorm was gushing through the ceiling
A pipe had burst on the second floor
I panicked and Katja was reeling
The cleanup crew arrived in an hour
Their blowers were massive and loud
They sucked up the moisture for six long days
We huddled beneath a dark cloud
The walls finally dried but to our dismay
The house had turned totally blue
Not the joyous blue of a sky in July
But a dishwater blue through and through
The chimney was blue and the windows too
The stove and the fridge and the doors
Even our plaster cast rabbit was blue
And the stuff in our dining room drawers
I was shocked when I looked at Katja
What was this, her blue face and blue hair?
And her hands and her feet and her outfit too
The two of us, now a blue pair
Our neighbors felt sad for our house and ourselves
But they couldn’t stop staring at our pallor
They had never seen people so blue before
They prayed we’d recover our valor
The workers arrived and they rehabbed our house
They moved all our goods to their truck
They tore out the floors, replastered the walls
And began to haul out the blue muck
This story has a fortunate ending
Six months and the work’s nearly done
I still have some strands of blue in my hair
But our new life has clearly begun
This tragedy could have been much much worse
Our kids lived through Hurricane Katrina
They lost their new home in the Mid-City flood
While our blue house just had a patina
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