Out on the Tiles Again

Roof tiles for a screen beneath the deck, and chunks so that I can start tiling the paving way with a clean slate.

Roof tiles for a screen beneath the deck, and washed chunks so that I can start the crazy paving tiling with a clean slate.

Yet again a tile-some day,
While friend did with our doorway play;
At lunch, it was my sorry fate
To snap in two a dental plate;
The dentist was off sick, so I
Delivery to lab did try;
To find the place was quite an art
It is in street without a start,
Where random numbers seem to rule,
And, further, visitors to fool,
The lab is on the upper floor
Of normal dwelling; no signs nor
An intercom at gate to press –
Call house downstairs to gain ingress;
At last I got admittance, when
Got promise for tomorrow, ten,
To fetch repair, and then, perhaps.
I’ll smile again not showing gaps;
A visitor we had to play,
Who came for the entire day,
They wanted bike ride, wheel was flat,
But pump I had to fix for that,
And then I had to find some glue
To fix a sadly sole-less shoe.

© July 2016 Colonialist (WordPress)

About colonialist

Active septic geranium who plays with words writing fantasy novels and professionally editing, with notes writing classical music, and with riding a mountain bike, horses and dinghies. Recently Indie Publishing has been added to this list.
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2 Responses to Out on the Tiles Again

  1. Tom Merriman says:

    Oops… sorry about your tooth, Col!


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