THE CARELESS CARPENTER
She said ‘Mend the door’ – I duly obeyed
and commenced the task quite undismayed
but when chiselling away like a frenzied demonic
I cut my thumb and the pain was chronic
I shouted out ‘Christ’ – and that was ironic
for Christ it is said was good at his trade.
- Author: Michael Edwards ( Offline)
- Published: November 23rd, 2024 05:48
- Category: Unclassified
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