| Man for Hire Copyright Alice E. Steimle - 2003 |
| Watch out for this man, cause he is retired I'm putting out the word; he can be hired Just give him anything, perhaps a tool He'll come by free to clean out your pool Just the other day, he said we needed a change Now this L'il Angel thought that was strange He started looking around the computer room I just looked, and handed him a broom I gently sent him out to the shed I didn't need him messing with my head I made sure he went with Bear They didn't stop, nor did they care Later that night, to my dismay I heard him coming, I had to pray My sister said don't give him a hammer I wonder if she heard all the clammer! |
| There used to be a sink and wet bar here for me Where I could store things, like my poetry Then came the shocker, with a tool in his hand He started to uninstall it; do you understand The cabinet doors were still on that thing So I would help, not mentioning a swing We finally got it out, just leaving the pipes I grabbed paper towels and handy wipes Lord, help me, cause I love this man Just trying to suggest things, and doing all I can With an electric saw, he cut around that pipe Quick, Hon, grab the towels and handy wipe He didn't see it, but I just knew That little ole pipe just started and blew Running as fast as he could go Shutting the water off down below |
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| Water was all over the place I went looking for a hiding space Now this wasn't suppose to be project you see He was only going change the room for me He fixed that pipe under the house Things got quiet, you could hear a mouse He says he doesn't know what he did wrong Lord, just give me patience, and make me strong |
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| Later he said, no hot water to be had Now I was getting rather mad Going below just one more time A huge puddle below he did find Now all night long I was dry as a bone My throat was weak, but I kept strong You ask what happened to my wet bar and sink It's in the garage now, what do ya think |
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