On Poetry

A man was having electrical problems at his house. He would flip the
switch in the living room, and the kitchen light would come on. He
flipped the switch in the linen closet, and the bathroom fan came on.
He found a switch in the Garage that controlled the vanity in the
Master Bathroom, and a switch in the laundry room that turned on the
Garbage Disposal. Things were a mess.

He decided to hire someone to fix it. He listed the job on Craig's
List, and he waited.

The next day, two pieces of paper walked up to his door. Neatly
written on each was a bit of metered verse.

He answered the door. "Who are you?" he asked.

"We're poems. We saw your ad, and we're here to fix your wiring."

The man was excited. Soon his house would be back to normal! He had
some business in town, so he left the poems to their work and would
return later that night.

When the man returned, immediately he was concerned. When he pressed
the garage door opener, though the garage did open, the porch light
also came on. Warily, he unlocked the door and entered.

When he turned on the light switch, things went horribly wrong. The
light did not come on. The stereo did, however, as did the
floodlights on the lawn. The switch also triggered the lawn
sprinklers, which sprayed water full-force through the still-open
door.

Soaked, the man sat down on his couch and held his head in his hands.
When his wife got home and asked what was the matter, he explained the
situation.

"Poems?" she asked. "Well there's your problem."

He looked up.

"You should've hired prose!"