Dry Rot Poem by archie langford
Dry Rot
If the paint is peeling in the parlor
And the walls they look the worse for ware,
If you suddenly get the feeing
You aught to paint the ceiling,
`cause it`s looking rather bare.
Should you discover that your roof is leaking
Death watch beetles, and worm reside,
Don’t be filled with remorse
If you need a new damp course
Remember there`s always suicide.
Now let me decide...paint or kill, repair or kill, clean or kill....kill, . kill, kill. I would rather do that than paint! ! Very tongue in cheek, loved it!
Archie, this is a delightful piece of DIY whimsy with a clever tongue in cheek ending. Great fun. I enjoyed it. love, Allie xxxx
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4/26/2024 4:08:06 AM # 1.0.0.1119
a delicate poem showing delicate emotions