There were two carpenters,

One as fine as a main-character,

Another seemed like a disaster,

As he’d received plenty of detractors.

Still, they worked hard day and night

To keep their business fit and upright.

They would quarrel at times

But manage to work it fine.

There were debts to be paid

That often made one afraid.

 

I wished that the main-character

Had a better business partner.

He had worked hard on holding

It all together alone, like a scaffolding.

He'd expected fine-white-lines 

Of loyalty on his clean-black-slate.

Instead, he received lean-white-lies,

And he had to live with those deceives

Forever in time.

 

And just like that,

On one of the unpredictable rainy nights,

The disastrous carpenter bagged all the profit right,

Destroyed all the remaining furniture and fixtures

And disappeared with a cold-look, into thin-air,

Leaving a whole lot of liability to be paid.

It was heartbreaking for me to see the sight

When it was stormy, raining cats and dogs,

And the sole-carpenter was picking up the logs.