Where The Bloody Hell Are Those Builders! Poem by Shaun Cronick
Where The Bloody Hell Are Those Builders!
Where the bloody hell are those builders!
They should have arrived hours ago.
Haven't they heard of the telephone,
Just a polite call to say sorry no show.
Where are those Hide and Seek World Champions,
They can't be in a pub or local cafe too,
Their favourite avenue's of work's escape.
Are still closed for a public rendezvous.
So where are those elusive bloody builders!
As I sit here very angry and ready to blow.
Maybe they've been abducted by space aliens,
Or they just can't be arsed to simply show.
I share your frustration Shaun...my pet hate is plumbers who are always invariably late...anyway it's a so tired of waiting for you 10 from me!
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5/5/2024 1:54:58 PM # 1.0.0.1119
Thanks Dominic for your comment and the utility room next to the kitchen was to be first port of call, then when finished, the kitchen main event, but alas no. Now everything is being done in reverse by your and my Nemesis the dreaded plumbers who seem to promise the earth and never deliver. Thanks again and c'est la vie.