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Dear Sir, I write this letter now to tell you of my plight.
At the time of writing it, I'm not a pretty sight.
My body is all black and blue, my face a deathly grey,
And I write this note to tell you why I'm not at work today.
While working on the fourteenth floor, some bricks I had to clear.
Now to throw them down from such a height, was not a good idea.
I asked the foreman for advice, he was a careful man,
He said that I should cary them down the ladder all by hand.
To carry them down all fourteen floors, it seemed to me too slow,
So I hoisted up a barrel and secured the rope below.
But in my haste, to do the job, I was too blind to see,
That a barrel full of building bricks is heavier than me.
So when I untied the rope, the barrel fell like lead.
Clinging tightly to the rope, I started up instead.
I shot up like a rocket, till to my dismay I found,
Halfway up I met that @!#$ barrel coming down.
The barrel broke my shoulder as toward the ground it sped,
Then when I reached the top, I hit the pulley with my head.
I clung on tight though, numbed with shock from this almighty blow,
Then that barrel droped out half it's bricks some fourteen floors below.
When the bricks had fallen from the barrel to the floor,
I then outweighed the barrel and I started down once more.
The barrel missed me passing by, I gave a thankful sound,
And then I landed on the bricks it left upon the ground.
I lay there moaning on the ground, I thought I'd seen the worst,
Then the barrel hit the pulley, and the barrel bottom burst.
A shower of bricks fell down on me, that's when I gave up hope,
And laying there upon the ground, I let go of the rope.
The barrel was now heavier, since I held on no more,
It landed right across me as I lay there on the floor.
It broke three ribs, and my left arm, so I can only say,
I hope you will excuse me if I'm not at work today.
At the time of writing it, I'm not a pretty sight.
My body is all black and blue, my face a deathly grey,
And I write this note to tell you why I'm not at work today.
While working on the fourteenth floor, some bricks I had to clear.
Now to throw them down from such a height, was not a good idea.
I asked the foreman for advice, he was a careful man,
He said that I should cary them down the ladder all by hand.
To carry them down all fourteen floors, it seemed to me too slow,
So I hoisted up a barrel and secured the rope below.
But in my haste, to do the job, I was too blind to see,
That a barrel full of building bricks is heavier than me.
So when I untied the rope, the barrel fell like lead.
Clinging tightly to the rope, I started up instead.
I shot up like a rocket, till to my dismay I found,
Halfway up I met that @!#$ barrel coming down.
The barrel broke my shoulder as toward the ground it sped,
Then when I reached the top, I hit the pulley with my head.
I clung on tight though, numbed with shock from this almighty blow,
Then that barrel droped out half it's bricks some fourteen floors below.
When the bricks had fallen from the barrel to the floor,
I then outweighed the barrel and I started down once more.
The barrel missed me passing by, I gave a thankful sound,
And then I landed on the bricks it left upon the ground.
I lay there moaning on the ground, I thought I'd seen the worst,
Then the barrel hit the pulley, and the barrel bottom burst.
A shower of bricks fell down on me, that's when I gave up hope,
And laying there upon the ground, I let go of the rope.
The barrel was now heavier, since I held on no more,
It landed right across me as I lay there on the floor.
It broke three ribs, and my left arm, so I can only say,
I hope you will excuse me if I'm not at work today.
Evning all!
How is everyone? I've just got back from the pub, please excuse any spelling mistakes!
How is everyone? I've just got back from the pub, please excuse any spelling mistakes!
That is wicked! Where did you get it from?
Its pretty good, but did you write it?
Dear Sir, I write this letter now to tell you of my plight.
At the time of writing it, I'm not a pretty sight.
My body is all black and blue, my face a deathly grey,
And I write this note to tell you why I'm not at work today.
While working on the fourteenth floor, some bricks I had to clear.
Now to throw them down from such a height, was not a good idea.
I asked the foreman for advice, he was a careful man,
He said that I should cary them down the ladder all by hand.
To carry them down all fourteen floors, it seemed to me too slow,
So I hoisted up a barrel and secured the rope below.
But in my haste, to do the job, I was too blind to see,
That a barrel full of building bricks is heavier than me.
So when I untied the rope, the barrel fell like lead.
Clinging tightly to the rope, I started up instead.
I shot up like a rocket, till to my dismay I found,
Halfway up I met that @!#$ barrel coming down.
The barrel broke my shoulder as toward the ground it sped,
Then when I reached the top, I hit the pulley with my head.
I clung on tight though, numbed with shock from this almighty blow,
Then that barrel droped out half it's bricks some fourteen floors below.
When the bricks had fallen from the barrel to the floor,
I then outweighed the barrel and I started down once more.
The barrel missed me passing by, I gave a thankful sound,
And then I landed on the bricks it left upon the ground.
I lay there moaning on the ground, I thought I'd seen the worst,
Then the barrel hit the pulley, and the barrel bottom burst.
A shower of bricks fell down on me, that's when I gave up hope,
And laying there upon the ground, I let go of the rope.
The barrel was now heavier, since I held on no more,
It landed right across me as I lay there on the floor.
It broke three ribs, and my left arm, so I can only say,
I hope you will excuse me if I'm not at work today.
At the time of writing it, I'm not a pretty sight.
My body is all black and blue, my face a deathly grey,
And I write this note to tell you why I'm not at work today.
While working on the fourteenth floor, some bricks I had to clear.
Now to throw them down from such a height, was not a good idea.
I asked the foreman for advice, he was a careful man,
He said that I should cary them down the ladder all by hand.
To carry them down all fourteen floors, it seemed to me too slow,
So I hoisted up a barrel and secured the rope below.
But in my haste, to do the job, I was too blind to see,
That a barrel full of building bricks is heavier than me.
So when I untied the rope, the barrel fell like lead.
Clinging tightly to the rope, I started up instead.
I shot up like a rocket, till to my dismay I found,
Halfway up I met that @!#$ barrel coming down.
The barrel broke my shoulder as toward the ground it sped,
Then when I reached the top, I hit the pulley with my head.
I clung on tight though, numbed with shock from this almighty blow,
Then that barrel droped out half it's bricks some fourteen floors below.
When the bricks had fallen from the barrel to the floor,
I then outweighed the barrel and I started down once more.
The barrel missed me passing by, I gave a thankful sound,
And then I landed on the bricks it left upon the ground.
I lay there moaning on the ground, I thought I'd seen the worst,
Then the barrel hit the pulley, and the barrel bottom burst.
A shower of bricks fell down on me, that's when I gave up hope,
And laying there upon the ground, I let go of the rope.
The barrel was now heavier, since I held on no more,
It landed right across me as I lay there on the floor.
It broke three ribs, and my left arm, so I can only say,
I hope you will excuse me if I'm not at work today.