While some tea I was drinkin', I did me some thinkin':
Should I fix up that fence in the yard?
'Cuz the slats are all broke - they're just plywood, not oak -
and I hoped that it wouldn't be hard.
With a hammer and nails and some old bunk bed rails,
I began with the bangin' and poundin'.
Though I tried to work fast, the day simply flew past,
and I knew I'd be in for some houndin'.
With a soft "Told ya so", as I basked in the glow
of my wife's undisguised approbation,
I collected my tools, but I envied the "fools"
out enjoying their summer vacation!
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