Such an awful sound
when its buttons were pushed.
The problem's at the top, I surmised,
So shimmied the panel, tightened the bolts,and cursed the beast
for still making that noise.
Frustrated, annoyed, I gave it a smack,
"What's the matter with you?
Don't you know when you're fixed?"
Calling in help, I pronounced the problem
and solution all in one breath.
He laughed, raised it up,
gave one leg a couple of turns,
It was only unbalanced, he said.
2 comments:
funny!!! Some times we dont know as much as we think we do.
I love your poems, Mom! You are better than anyone I know at extracting deep life lessons from random things in everyday life. :D
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