A POEM FOR THE HOME
There once was a crew with no clue;
They looked like they came from the zoo.
They wandered around
With thoughts so profound
Yet with no idea what to do.
The head-honcho came and did say
That this was no ordinary day
"I'll whip you into shape,
now pass me that tape
Let's see you work for your pay."*
The Pasload** it shot until hot
Then suddenly it stopped and would not.
Our tool may be neat
But Don's got us beat:
“Just give this here router a shot!”
First task was to pour the cement
Using many tools that were lent
Then putting up walls
And avoiding all falls
‘Cept Mitch who fell in the basement....***
*Disclaimer: my father is not a slave-driver. In this case, rythm and rhyme is more important than truth ;).
**Our handy dandy air-nailer...the much fought over tool...when it's in a working mood.
***True story. But he's okay...just a little sore.
(C) Missy, Mandy, Sarah, Auntie Doris (with assistance from Mike, Josh, Ryan, Mitch and Uncle Miles)
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