I look around the small house, Being compressed make me feel like a louse. Another child is soon due Oh my, not enough space, what will I do? I look and see a lack of space My attention keeps sticking to my face. More than just a glance and I see, The books piled in the corner looking back at me. The pergola outback once stood proud Now it sags with age and cries out loud. One light flickers, the faucet drips, the door is loose. Another day gone, my wife’s going to put my head in a noose. So my wife makes a list, It’s called a honey-do-list. I have to choose using my time to build an addition Repair the pergola or just fix the dam light apparition. Time goes on and to these I’ve stuck If only a way to call someone like Friar Tuck! He’d call in the merry Boys, the completion bell would be rung. Because his team just handled all I hadn’t even begun. My wife wouldn’t love me more, But she’d display that affinity I adore. So the moral of this, poem, don’t put off what you need to do Call Friar Tuck! Or call Carl, I’ll ease the pressure off you! Or just get the list competed Before you spouse has you deleted! Wishing you a brilliant future with all your attention units free to create! By the way, check out my page HANDYMAN SERVICES! ©2008 Carl Watts Feedback? |
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