Once upon a day so cheery, I tried to work here, bleak and bleary,
Over many spreadsheets, presentations and quotes that are a bore.
While I typed out, nearly jumped out, suddenly there came a clanging
As of someone loudly banging, banging on my kitchen floor.
“Just the workers,” I sputtered, “banging at my kitchen floor,
Grating on my nerves to the core.”
Over many spreadsheets, presentations and quotes that are a bore.
While I typed out, nearly jumped out, suddenly there came a clanging
As of someone loudly banging, banging on my kitchen floor.
“Just the workers,” I sputtered, “banging at my kitchen floor,
Grating on my nerves to the core.”
Now the sawing and the clawing, as the workers put the floor in
Ripping, stripping, sanding, they move the dirt and clutter ever more,
Ripping, stripping, sanding, they move the dirt and clutter ever more,
As the sounds above me increase, my sanity starts to slowly decrease
And the concentration I once had has left me once more.
"Can someone please stop the clanging, stop the ceaseless endless banging
Of the workers banging at my kitchen floor!!!"
And the concentration I once had has left me once more.
"Can someone please stop the clanging, stop the ceaseless endless banging
Of the workers banging at my kitchen floor!!!"
1 comment:
Been there! I sympathize. They are a loud bunch, those contruction dudes. Hard not to cringe everytime you hear something being demolished in your kitchen.
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