The Apprentice
'I saw it all'
Said the witness
'For I am the carpenter'
Head down foot up
Arm stretching ever more
'Try to keep it to that line
Hold it straight and true'
Teeth vibrating every stroke
Board slipping, blood dripping
From the deep cut then resulting
'Darn it '
Said the seamstress
'A stitch in time
You know will save nine'
Came forth from her needle tongue
Three quick silk stitches
And all soon had a laugh
The blood stopped dripping
Then a black cat crossed the path
Followed by a figure in darkest ever flash
'I swear she had a broomstick'
Said the apprenticed son
Before he turned to run
Promptly tripping over his tools
He felt such a silly man...
(c) Rhumour
August 3rd 2009
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
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