A well known writer’s’ account of dealing with DIY jobs during lockdown
‘The sash needs fixing,’ Florence sighed,
Ay, Florence sighed,
‘The window sticks and will not glide
While you in verse take flight!’
Years of neglect I can’t defend,
In Max Gate there is much to mend,
So window-wards my way I wend
To put the matter right.
This wretched lockdown should afford
Ay, should afford,
A chance to tackle tasks ignored
I fain would sooner shun.
’Tis best I let these chores accrue,
The dripping tap, the smoking flue,
And simply pen a verse or two
On all I haven’t done.
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