Nothing could be finer
Than replacing a pool liner
In the morning
Where the grassy stalks all twine around the base
Making ripping sounds as I displace;
Starting to get surly
Where the dew is pearly early
In the morning,
Spiders all will scuttle up
And try to bite your buttle up
At dawning;
If I had Aladdin’s lamp for only a day
I’d make a wish and here’s what I’d say
Nothing could be finer
Than someone else to do that liner
In the morning.

The idea was to replace rusted poles. But more and more leaks came into being, so the best thing to do would be to . . .
(No prizes for saying what song has been parodied here.)
You always have problems, They do seem to like you
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I have to agree. Too many ins and outs. Today, having bought a better adapter for the scooter I found the whole wall plug fitting starting in at coming out at me. It took major invention to sort out to remain in.
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Oh dear … it’s never simple … one step forward, three back, two sideways, and a diagonal doh-se-doh to the left. 😀
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Twirl, and repeat! 🙂
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Excellent! And as David has ponted out, should you be working this hard?
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Thank you; it keeps me out of mischief and provides me with amusement.
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You work harder than I do.
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Perhaps not; after chairing a meeting of the Horticultural Society Board and hearing a long proposal for giving a six-segment course today, I was disinclined to continue with that liner, and badgered the grandchildren instead.
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