Do you think these guys' morning was bad?

Question:Ah! The Country Life...A Study In Patience

Cletus and Leotard came over that day,
(five hours late) to install mini-blinds.
Lord, help us. Lead us in this valley of
Tears, to pray.

Cletus was bearded, Leotard was fat.
Cletus scratched his balding stubble,
His bud began measuring. Unread
Directions screamed, but on the over-
Large table, resigned and sat.

Leotard used an electric drill...plugged
In an outlet never-to-be-found.
Cletus looked around my temporary home,
Never cast an eye on me...which was best.
I wanted meat. Rare and ground.

So, friends and neighbors, I sat on the bed,
Back against the wall, ankles crossed,
Shoes tapping fast. Not even a snarl as the
First blind fell, nor suggestion to read the
Directions. No profanity, for well I saw signs

Of near sanity...
In Leotard.
Not Cletus.

Elysabeth

Best Answer - Chosen by Asker: Ah! The Country Life...A Study In Patience

Cletus and Leotard came over that day,
(five hours late) to install mini-blinds.
Lord, help us. Lead us in this valley of
Tears, to pray.

Cletus was bearded, Leotard was fat.
Cletus scratched his balding stubble,
His bud began measuring. Unread
Directions screamed, but on the over-
Large table, resigned and sat.

Leotard used an electric drill...plugged
In an outlet never-to-be-found.
Cletus looked around my temporary home,
Never cast an eye on me...which was best.
I wanted meat. Rare and ground.

So, friends and neighbors, I sat on the bed,
Back against the wall, ankles crossed,
Shoes tapping fast. Not even a snarl as the
First blind fell, nor suggestion to read the
Directions. No profanity, for well I saw signs

Of near sanity...
In Leotard.
Not Cletus.

Elysabeth

I love your poems...Later the directions will scream louder when the blinds are up.....but 5 screws sit on the table ...never to be used.

This is great!!!
I love it!
your good at this poetry stuff,
i've read alote and your is good!!

8 3/4 out of 10!!

Have a great day!! :)

Sounds like you need better help. :)

OMG, they are most certainly related to the plumber, who years back...I caught, in my basement, with both hands around one of the water pipes (which was leaking furiously)...remarking..."I tink ve haff un overage of vater."

(Let's fervently hope they are not on C.'s List.)

WHO!!!! great poem!!! i love it!!! perfect 10!!!!

i have a problem with those same people that think they know what they are doing but they don't have a clue. that is why you have to do things yourself.

GR8!

"Unread instructions screamed", a bane of men? One must ponder calling out men with saints names attached, as you chose to stew in peace. A nice look at the humor (maybe later) in everyday life.

Sounds like the CLOWNS my wife hired a couple of years ago ...........

I wouldn't let these guys change a light bulb

What a grand poem and i loved it so.Your poetry always bring smiles and i thank-you..

I think they should be in mourning....
for the many jobs they lose...
Tie them down...
They think they do a real fine job...

After they're gone...
The government steps in...
A disaster they say...
A risk for neighbours at work or play

They seal off your house, lock the doors ...
Take over your home...
Call in the National Guard...
Turn on the music..real loud

The Presidents coming...
Drawing a crowd...
He says "No Media Allowed"
As he walks..looking, thinking and strumming..

Tear the house down...
Avoid all the hassle...
We'll build Elys a new home...
For Elys..a castle

With room for critters and elves..
A Starbucks on the main floor...
Space...lots of shelves...
Places for plenty to store..

As he walked away, firm and proud...
I heard him whisper..."no media allowed"

Sounds like a few handy men ( or Women ) I have hired in the past . The moral? Always use a licensed contractor.

I enjoyed it a lot.

I don't think soo.

I too, have had the baffling troubles of Mini-Blinds and such... During a tornado, I and me Grandmother went into the room that was most fortified...... let's just say the shock of thunder and the scraping of trees on the roof, plus me and a frightened grandparent standing next to blinds is a recipe for disaster.
She ended up ripping them off the wall!

It did make for a story to tell and I laughed at the memory after reading your poem... thank you.

You are so clever! This is so great! I bow to your words mi'lady!