Where is the scraper
To take off the paper
Where is the bin
To put it all in
Where is the sheet
To keep the room neat
Where is the stool
To stand on you fool
Where is the sander
To smooth the walls grander
Where is sweeper
For dust getting deeper
Where is the paint
With colours that taint
Where is the paste
To brush on in haste
Where is the knife
Passed to me by wife
Where is my plaster
For this bleeding disaster
© 2008 David Threadgold
Rambling Riddles & Rhymes
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