We've got the builders in,
all working class and hairy arsed
Cash in hand, cement and sand
Mucky cups
Nothing measured, trust to luck
Rule of thumb
Don't give a fuck
Sharp intakes of breath
Builders bum
Clichés done to death
Music on, make a mess
Plasterboard, four by two
Six inch nails and superglue
Six hour day, six day week
Things explained in builder-speak
All wrapped up in build-mystique
Power tools, staple gun
Bound to look good when it's done
Top bombing, Ghost.
A poem which gathers pace, almost like a train. It captures the very essence of those who come into our homes to fix or renovate. I thoroughly enjoyed this poem.
Thank you for this
Keith
Here's wishing you the best of luck with that RG.
We had central heating put in upstairs a few years ago-frightening!
Again? Mind you, we have next week. How could anyone not enjoy this poem? Great stuff.
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Reggie's Ghost
Fri 17th Mar 2023 22:12
Thanks all commenters and likers.