"Thoughts and Verses on Life, Love,
Relationships, Business,
and the Beach'"

Beware - the Skillet.

No water in the pool and no way to get cool
so I just take a hike or grab me a motorbike.
Go for a spin but you know it's a sin
to go on the run when there's things that gotta be done.
Go to the basement lookin' for the air vent.
Too dark, can't see, feels like someone's here with me.
"Who's that? Damn cat! Watcha think yer lookin' at?"

Swimming pool, aircon, gotta get the jobs done,
can't find an air vent, contact the government.
Reply from girl at public health was "Better fix the thing yerself.
The only engineer we got is one from the bottom shelf .
Get him by Monday, Friday, some day."
Don't wanna tell the wife 'cos I bet I know what she'll say.
Just give me a pile of grief to last through 'til pay day.

Place looks like a cave, she's been tryin' to save,
but I made commitment and spent it on the Internet.
Here she comes, is she totin' a gun?
"Stand still, don't run! Wanna word with you son.
Silly damn skid, don't yuh know what you did."
She stood back, took a swing,
then smashed me with a skillet lid.

Saw bright stars, went and lifted a car,
head wasn't clear, spinnin', goin' nowhere,
some place, lost face, wanna quit the human race.
Here comes Joe and he's walkin' real slow,
head down on the ground, lookin' for a place to go.
"Come with me and we'll go to the sea"
His wife gave him grief and he's as bad off as me.

When yuh got yerself a house, sharing house with a spouse,
gotta discuss things, think about them wedding rings,
can't go yer own way, remember all the dingalings.
Turn a new leaf, she won't give yuh no grief,
not until the next thing then she calls you a cheap thief.
Stay cool or move on, just avoid the dingdong,
give her a sloppy kiss and sing the girl a love song.

© Copyright July 2006 Kenneth G Woolcock