Builders Poem by Alan Bruce Thompson

We came home and found the tiles piled up by our front door,
The builders has arrived to work on the neighbours floor.

Without any notice to us they arrived one morning,
They are obviously used to give no warning.

The next day the drilling started at seven,
Behind our heads the hammering brought us from heaven.

The dust came flying in clouds through the air,
The builders were used to it, gave not a care.

They worked hard from sun up to sun down,
The builders were very friendly, never a frown!

It was wise that we stayed collected, kept our cool,
To get angry with scarce builders, I would be a fool.