The man next door

Is doing some DIY

Another nail to hammer

And I think I shall cry.

He starts at precisely 9 a.m.

By 10 my nerves are in tatters

He doesn’t seem to mind at all

He doesn’t think it matters.

A coffee break at 11 a.m.

And all is good with the world

Then he returns at quarter past

And into the noisy den I’m hurled.

Oh joy of joy

It’s 1 p.m. and off for a sandwich he goes

One complete hour of ecstasy

Won’t last very long, I know.

Hammering, tapping, banging and more

Lots and lots of wood he’s sawing

Right round the bend this man is pushing me

While my fingernails I am slowly gnawing.