The builders are driving me crazy,
Although they are nice and not lazy,
But the progress is slow
And I want them to go -
Completion dates seem pretty hazy.
They chatter non stop all the day;
I’m trying to keep out the way,
As the banter is fun,
But the work isn’t done:
If only they had less to say.
I listen and stifle a sigh,
And wish it was time to say, ‘Bye’,
But I hate to offend,
And I know it must end…
…Or will they be here ’til I die?
Jack Horne enjoys reading and writing poetry.