Adventures in Flooring
14th February 2015
The kitchen was full of new tile, up to the pantry door.
The wife stood with arms akimbo, grinning at her new floor.
The tile had replaced the wood veneer, cheap plastic pad, and all,
And the tilework man came grouting–
Grouting– grouting–
And the tilework man came grouting, down through the long back hall.He had pried up old linoleum, levered the baseboards free;
He had scrubbed the slab to lessen the lingering odor of old dog pee;
He had wrestled the washer and dryer out of the laundry room;
So the tilework man went grouting–
Grouting– grouting–
So the tilework man went grouting, sweeping before with his broom.The wife was full of rapture, seeing the final look;
‘No longer need we feel ashamed of our kitchen and breakfast nook!’
The husband was just as happy to get rid of that cheap crap wood;
And the two of them went off dancing–
Dancing– dancing–
And the tilework man ignored them, since his English was not that good.
Yeah, flowers are nice, but you know what women really want.