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
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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.
This entry was posted in Africa, Gardens, Humorous rhyme, Personal Journal, Poems, Really Awful Rhyme, Wordplay. Bookmark the permalink.

5 Responses to Going at Unsteady Gates

  1. SueW says:

    Good to have them swinging and closing! Well done!

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  2. disperser says:

    So . . . an open and shut case, then.

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  3. I always knew you were a bit unhinged 🙂

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