It came about one winter day
we thought that we would paint,
I chose some lovely shades of green
that wouldn’t make friends faint;
Out came plastic sheets to cover floors,
down came the pictures on the walls,
to the hardware store for brushes,
in came ladders to avoid some falls,
Then it took more than a day–
I think it took some weeks,
While wintry rain kept everything damp,
and my patience turned dour and bleak;
At long last all the paint was dry
and rooms put back together;
Then the landlord said you’ll have to move–
(so much for winter weather)
We’d done a swell job renovating,
I swear, my ears were bent,
when the owner said well gee,
now we can get a lot more rent!
Sandra Lee Smith
Originally posted January, 2015
updated July 14, 2018
Sandy’s note: You may have suspected by now that many of my poems
have a thread of truth running through them (thread? Bob would say it was
a freight train) so yes, this is one of those based on fact, not fiction. sls
