02/08/2023
Whose project is that? I think I know.
Look at the neighbor's faces glow.
Full of joy like a shining rainbow,
I watch them laugh, picturing their new gazebo.
They give their contractor a shake,
And laugh until their bellies ache.
The only other sound's the break,
Of caterpillars waiting, ready to scrape.
The project is wild, unreal and deep,
But they have promises to keep,
After cake and lots of sleep.
Sweet dreams come to them cheap.
They rise from their cozy bed,
With thoughts of no more pot holes in their head,
They eat their jam with lots of bread.
Ready for the day ahead.
The future of DIG-nified poetry doesn't look promising.
So we will just stick to what we know best, If you are looking to tackle some projects this year, Shoot us a message or give us a call. We would be delighted to help!