My worker© Tony Fallon072018
My assistant was complaining
About his lack of training
As we did a little staining
Of the fresh wood remaining
He did not respect his master
He could not work any faster
He could neither paint nor plaster
He was a real disaster
On one hand he had a blister
In the other a transistor
He wanted to be called mister
And is married to my sister
I think I'll have to fire him
And never more rehire him
I do not desire him
For I can't inspire him.
About his lack of training
As we did a little staining
Of the fresh wood remaining
He did not respect his master
He could not work any faster
He could neither paint nor plaster
He was a real disaster
On one hand he had a blister
In the other a transistor
He wanted to be called mister
And is married to my sister
I think I'll have to fire him
And never more rehire him
I do not desire him
For I can't inspire him.
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