The DIY conundrum

We really are a nation of DIY

We like to give everything a try

From laying a garden, seed and all

To leveling out for a tile floor

 

We buy all the gear we think we will need

The ladder, the level, the tiles, the seed.

And then we will find we use it just once

Or have heaps to use next time, after we wipe off the dust.

 

Our sheds are full while we wait for that time

When we lay another lawn, or hang another line.

And after all that expense, that effort, that toil

We still end up needing to call a professional

 

But we look at the job we completed and say

How pleased we are, it really did pay.

To do it ourselves, the money we saved

And we hide the wonky tile and the crooked architrave.

 

Next time I may think of the time I’d have gained,

of the bruises, fingernails and pains I’d have saved

And I’ll reach for the phone, a professional to call

Well maybe…or I’ll visit the hardware and buy some more tools!

The Journey begins…

I decided to start a blog as I kept writing verse but didn’t know what to do with it. Also I would like to share it with my friends and family…and anyone else who may like to read it.  I wrote verse for the Massey course I did. It has been locked away..unfortunately when I resurrected it and brought it to work to scan…it blew off the car roof. We found all the verse I think..and most of the stories.

I finally found out that not everyone could rhyme and maybe it was a talent I had that should be put to use. We will see.

P.S. I am writing under my maiden name, and the name my mother wanted me to be called…it feels right for this.

I started a blog , my rhymes to share,

      with all my friends and family out there.

They keep popping into my brain,

     this way I hope they will remain.

And we can read them when we have time,

      and you can say what you think, but please be kind.