From the early days

Work’s been hectic, not much time
To conjure up a brand new rhyme… here’s one from ….brace yourselves….1978

The Folly of the Nail

When concentration has been won
And arm and hammer like a gun
Can drive a gross of nails without one bending

The hands are calloused inches thick
Each thumb is bent and sore and nicked
The pain inside the elbow never ending

Be sure that on that final day
As soon as you pick up your pay
And meet your maker by the plumb-ed door

He’ll ask you to drive one more nail
And if by any chance you fail
It’s on the fallen side he’ll chalk your score

Unless that final nail you’ve got
Can somehow miss the devil’s knot
Fire and brimstone – oh the carpenter poor!

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