Being Saptitude

(With due apologies to Mr Samuel Taylor Coleridge) Water, water, everywhere, Yet all the lakes have shrunk; Water, water, everywhere, But only a few drops to be drunk. The lakes have dried, Bappa, That ever this should be! So water cuts are upon us now, This is no time for glee. Water, water, every where, The roads have turned to drains Water, water, every where, On the tracks that run our trains Everyone is running late (And running a nose too) To get to work we must For shirk we never do!