Down at the corner of Boulevard and Street,
Every “quick job” turns into utter defeat.
“Hang up this mirror? Ten minutes, no sweat!”
(An hour goes by and it’s not even set.)
“Swap out a light switch - shouldn’t take long!”
(An hour and a half… what on earth went wrong?)
“Twelve little boards on the back stoop, that’s all!”
(Three days later, I’m still cursing each nail and wall.)
I’m huffin’, I’m puffin’, I’m red in the face,
Even in winter I’m sweating the place.
The dog tips his head, then he wanders away,
Like he’s thinking, “I’ll check back… in a week and a day.”
GBS
2024
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