In a land where toilets bubbled, bathtubs wept,
And foul-smelling beasts in the pipes often crept...
There rose a lone figure, with tools forged in fire,
A wizard of drains, of grit, and of wire.

With a serpent of steel, he battled each beast,
From the depths of the sewers to kitchens deceased.
The big-box marauders, all shiny but fake,
Couldn't match the precision of one wizard's snake.

He saw through the darkness with a magical eye,
A camera that peers where most dare not try.
He showed what was hidden, exposed every lie,
And fixed what they missed as they charged triple high.

So if your pipes gurgle, or your toilet dares flood,
Don't wait for the storm or a river of crud.
Call The Drain Wizard.

He's known near and far,
The one who brings flow

Wherever you are.