Cletus and Leotard came over that day,
(five hours late) to install mini-blinds.
Lord, help us. Lead us in this valley of
Tears, to pray.
Cletus was bearded, Leotard was fat.
Cletus scratched his balding stubble,
His bud began measuring. Unread
Directions screamed, but on the over-
Large table, resigned and sat.
Leotard used an electric drill...plugged
In an outlet never-to-be-found.
Cletus looked around my temporary home,
Never cast an eye on me...which was best.
I wanted meat. Rare and ground.
So, friends and neighbors, I sat on the bed,
Back against the wall, ankles crossed,
Shoes tapping fast. Not even a snarl as the
First blind fell, nor suggestion to read the
Directions. No profanity, for well I saw signs
Of near sanity...
In Leotard.
Not Cletus.
Must of been a Duet, installed by man, one of two, who has now reinstalled twice. Can't seem to get the measurements correct or the fixtures to attach to work, and It's custom made....I can't do what he was supposed to, so I went custom....yikes, happens in every state it seems........At any rate, thanks for the laughs and although I don't arise until hours after the rest of you [need my 12 hrs sleep] I needed this laugh today, even if it does hurt to laugh, it's worth it! ! ! marci.xo
well this is a quaint little story. And, yes, it rings true. Nice work.
When all else fails, read the instructions! This reminds me of something from Fawlty Towers.You have a brilliant flair for comedy and your characters are so absurd they must be real. Love the cute reference to rare ground meat. Funny poem. love, Allie xxxx
DUET...........meant as in 'Hunter Douglas' not a song.............[on first comment I made here] moi, xo
Leotard, Cletus and wit! is there a 2nd instalment in the study of Endurance? ? Tentickles of laugher from me.... thank you!
Another 10 for humor. I admire and enjoy your many expressions.
Delightful twin portraits: a kind of dyptich (did I say that?) Well you must have gotten your blinds and we got a charming poem.
Ah, I see the m'learned friend DJ said it first.... yes. t x
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
A couple of characters who remind me more of plumbers.