I WISH I WERE A CARPENTER
But I’m not very handy
I’d build myself a tree house
That my wife would think was dandy
She reminds me every day
That there are things to fix
When I drive nails I always fail
And I cannot lay bricks
The other day she pointed out
A door for me to mend
I hammered spikes into the jamb
Alas they’d always bend
I’ll try to do it better
But I really kind of doubt it
I guess that she’ll just have to read
The things I write about it

Thoughts? jeffburkhart@primetimerhymes.com

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