Expansion Joint Poem by Herbert Nehrlich

It was, the builder said,
a true expansion joint,
a bit of liquid nails,
and putty on the seams,
to catch the silent moves
and then facilitate
a perfect fit as well as
friction within normal range,
heat would be tolerable though,
as long as cooling fluids were
in good supply, he was, the builder
said, a fitter and a joiner,
he'd bone the old mahogany,
the cypress with its tongue
and all the grooves, so they would
shine and glisten in the night,
it was, he knew that folks would not
be wise or occupying space on top,
there was supine and also prone,
and timber? It is known to squeak and moan.