So here I am in
a three bed house painting up
the well mouldy walls

Jeez there is mould in
every room and it's whiffs worst
then my old trainers

Eh! Did I say my
feet whiff..yes of course they do
Of sweet daffodils

So I sanded down
the walls and ended up like
a marshmellow man

Then I rolled the walls
If I keep on rolling like
this i shall end up

with Popeye arms , hmm
not very appealing on
a woman I say

O I'm a woman
Yes of course I am , I ****
too ain't that so fun

Oh dear looks like my
poem is not going to
plan , now where's the paint!

In bedroom is an
old wardrobe made of a tree
And it's so heavy

I wondered what tree
it was..aww bless where have all
the lovely leaves gone

Hey maybe it's a
magical wardrobe . But I
haven't got the time

to step in and have
a good old nose around , I
looked outside window

I saw a magpie
And pigeons on a house roof
Sitting quietly

I think there asleep
Ah well I be off now I
best get back to work