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.
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Author:
Michael Edwards (
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I suspect it’s a good thing that He was good at His trade, a reliability we all count on in our fallible days.
Sure is
thanks for looking in.
‘Twas good that I did! 👍🏻
Fun read season with just the right amount of humor
Cheers 'sb'
Good write and pic M.
Cheers Steve
........................................... Is this wot we call an Ouchie by any chance .. 😎🐧👍
Dangly ephemera. thanks Neville.
A fine poem and painting, Michael.
Cheers Jerry
Excellent
thanks for looking in Tony.
You're welcome
LOL ouch 🌹
Excellent.
I nearly missed this one the way you nearly missed the chisel, Michael. Glad I didn't.
He may well have been a good carpenter Michael.
Andy
your poem beautifully depicts how infallible the Lord was; and it also shows how fallible we are..
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