I have a fear
Of putting together
Anything bought from Ikea
Surely the instructions
Should be named destructions
I never know where to start
The drawings look like modern art
Even the thought of engaging
Gets my blood pressure raising
Screws and bolts too many to count
Some I am sure you can do without
There’s always an allen key included
The need for which is not disputed
But after thirty lots of screwing
And of several needing undoing
Having instructions upside down
Feeling foolish like a clown
If there’s two ways of putting together
I will certainly lose my tether
When realising I’ve chosen the wrong option
Suffering from a lack of concentration
Occasionally I have to let off a scream
When these puzzles are far too extreme
I can’t seem to get my head around it
Bloody hell how can I be such an idiot
Whatever gave me the stupid idea
I could put something together from Ikea
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Author:
The Retired Bloke (
Offline) - Published: September 23rd, 2018 04:02
- Comment from author about the poem: A poem about my incapability to put together anything that needs self assembly.
- Category: Humor
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Comments3
Patience, perseverance and a loving partner to read the instructions while you assemble! That will do it!
~Laura~
Sounds like a plan!
You done it yet?! heehee. I know what you mean. Well, someone knew how to assemble it - the one who did the instructions!
Too true!
Who is the guy? Where is he? Why he make the instructions so fiendish to follow?! lol.
Self assembly items can be a bit of a pain, Laura's idea sounds like a good one though.
I have a claim to fame - I have never been in an Ikea shop.
Thank your luck stars!!!
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