Never satisfied,
another coat of paint,
won't be able to take
much more, my hinges
are killing me.
Aching creaking, old
age is catching up.
I had better put on a
brave face or I'll end
up like the one down
the hall, all bricked in.
We had a brief chat one
day, while resting against
my frame, woodworm he said.
I hope it is not contagious !

Last week I was kicked and hit
because my lock jammed.
The locksmith said I was dangerous
especially around children.
Who's he to talk.
Last year my key broke and I was
taken to his workshop.
Ah ! do I know a thing or two about
him, he's a peeping tom you know,
and worse than that.
He's just put his hand on my **** !