Going at Unsteady Gates

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

Today some gate repair work
Was my most earnest aim;
I hoped at market would lurk
A bolt fit for the game,
And sure enough, I found one,
So that was one gate down;
The next was hinges redone,
At which I went to town,
The front gate was beyond me,
But there, our builder friend
Of whom we’re very fond, see,
Quite quickly made an end;
So open and shut cases;
These have been made the thing,
And from such jammed disgraces
Now go with quite a swing.

© August 2019 Colonialist