Wall Poem by Ray Feasey

I tried to mend a wall,
It was mine after all,
With mortar mixed and stones and chips
I troweled and pointed broken bits

Then leaning back to look with pride
I noticed parts were on the slide
Well that’s not good I claimed with fright
I read the booklet and did it right

Perhaps more sand, or maybe cement
The mix must be wrong as the trowels not bent
Do I rake it out and start again
Or put more on before it rains

That’s it decision made just slap more in
It’s cheap enough just one more skim
Yes that looks great all problems covered
Though it’s thicker than before I had discovered

But who would notice no one really
Though it wasn’t that bad and only damp rarely
So it’s a pointing job that’s become rendered
It’s waterproofed now and the task is ended

Yes these quick little jobs are always the same
They take hours of effort with aches and pains
And thinking of money I may have saved
I could have made better use of those two days

So if you try and mend a wall,
Just call a tradesman, well that’s all.

Copyright © 2007 Ray Feasey