Household Repairs

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Here we are in September, and I’m still hanging in there with my post a day challenge. I have written a lot of poetry using different styles since I started in January. I’m not saying it has been great poetry. I’ll admit most of it wouldn’t win any contests. Surprisingly, Word Daddy has stuck with me through the ordeal. He still says he wants a raise. This month I plan to write Soliloquies. These are rambling monologues where the poet has conversations with herself. I believe this will be my biggest challenge since I don’t often talk to myself. I want to put a disclaimer right at the front of the adventure. The views expressed are the inner dialog of the poet. They might be total bs, but they are real. The first poem in this series I will call Household Repairs.

Household Repairs

You know how I hate when Rooster does household repairs

Like painting the ceiling or fixing the stairs

You know it’s about to happen when he arms himself with a drill,

And you know how it never gives you a thrill.

 He always starts with a project he says he’ll get around to

Like he’d been saying for the past year or two.

Next, he’ll draft you into the war of attrition,

And do I have to sadly mention

How you’ll be miserable by the end of the day

Holding his tools in utter dismay

As he grumbles and complains

About the sink with a slow drain.

Before you know it, the entire house will be a mess

You should have called a plumber, I must confess.

Arguing is always a part of the home improvement war

Everything is in worse shape than it was before.

The next time you see Rooster with a drill, call a plumber

Letting him proceed with the project couldn’t be dumber.

The cost is insignificant considering the toll

The Rooster takes when on a home improvement roll.

Who is Molly Shea?

Molly Shea is an accomplished fictional short story writer from Indiana who writes short stories and novels about a fictional town called Tecumseh.  To read more of her short stories and adventures, click here.

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I am the author of Saving the Hen House. I didn't know when I started it would turn into a series. I love to ride motorcycles, the blues, my family, and going on adventures. This old hen rocks.

7 thoughts on “Household Repairs

  1. Oh dear, Molly. This did make me laugh. My mom said this morning that maybe my husband would cook tonight so I can have a break. I said “Not a chance, I work my harder when he does the cooking as he can’t do anything on his own.” He also makes a mess which I have to help clean up. I’d rather do it myself.

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