The 'Poem A Day' Project ~ Day 113 Poem by Flying Lemming

This should be easy, no problem at all
I have the instructions and the right tool
I’ve opened the box and laid out the parts
And now the construction part starts
A piece of flat pack furniture’s mine
And when it’s made it will look so fine
A needed addition to my house’s look
So I start to read the instruction book

With my first hand I take part one and stand it rough edge in
With the next hand I take part 2 and stand it against its twin
Then with the next hand I take the bolt, but I’ve run out of hands
That cant be right, let’s have a look at those diagrams
The way of connecting all this stuff isn’t obvious
The instructions clearly have been written for an octopus
Planks in hands, screwdriver twixt teeth, I try to make it fit
But slip, yelp and shake my hand as the tool stabs into it

Plaster added, blood wiped off, I have another go
How it fits together I still don’t really know
But I twist and bolt and knock and swear long into the night
Determined that I wont lose this hardwood fight

In front of the finished product I now proudly stand
With bruised toes and plasters covering each hand
A bookcase new and shiny, built by me cos I am able
Shame that it was really meant to be a folding table