Up in the eaves it’s a chaotic life Can’t find the trowel or Stanley knife Found the screws though which he lost last year We need a tidy up this much is clear
The moaning and swearings already begun I knew straight away this was going to be fun So many boxes where tools 🛠 could be in And sometimes you just can’t see for looking
It’s always a pain and he gets fraught It’s obvious this chaos - needs to be sort Jobs don’t get done because tools go astray ‘ ‘I saw them, right there only yesterday?!!’
Whilst we are arguing on whose is to blame ‘I was always organised before you ever came” I knew it would be my fault if jobs don’t run smoothly This isn’t how its supposed to be in the movies 🎥
I hold my hands up if he loses a sock 🧦 But I’m not getting dragged into his tool box! ‘Get me a screwdriver I need one quick’ I don’t know the difference is it me who’s just thick?
You hold the nail whilst I hammer it in You can see my predicament with him!!! I like to disappear- when he starts on these jobs I’m not one of the quiet ones I have a big gob
I do what’s best and put the kettle on By doing this you really can’t go wrong Maybe throw in a biscuit or two Come to our senses over a brew
Put the tools away and close the door Peace and tranquility restored once more Another job started which will never get done It had already finished before it begun!
