Poetry Thiursday

It is Thursday which means the Two Spoiled Cats have provided another photo to inspire our poetic muse

“Honey, the light is out” Mary told Tom

Tom got a bulb off the shelf

In despair Mary covered her mouth with her palm

Tom was going to replace the light himself

The light was high on a pole

And harder to reach than a Christmas tree star if you’re an elf

But Tom was determined not to pay someone to reach his goal

He would do it himself. 

He remembered he loaned out a ladder to cousin Stu’

Who probably took in with him when he moved across the sea to Delph

Loaning the ladder was something he knew he wouldn rue

But it wouldn’t stop him from doing the job himself

Mary looked out the window and saw him stacking tables

She asked what he was doing and he said building a shelf

To not yell at him took all the patience she was able

She was sure he would kill himself.

Tom still could not reach the light but from high up he could see his neighbor’s step ladder in his yard

Tom was able to bring it into his yard exhibiting great stealth.

With a ladder on the top of the tables reaching the light wasn’t hard.

Soon he would show his wife he could do it all by his self.

He climbed the ladder slowly

Then waved to his cousin Ralph

Which caused him to slip and fall through the tables like Mick Foley

And think he should not have tried to do it himself. 

Mary rushed outside to find her husband’s broken body 

Shocked at what he had done to himself

And even though she could match her husband in do it yourself work that is very shoddy

She decided to bury him herself.