The Handyman's Tale
I answered an ad in 'Faryland Times' – I thought it a joke
Until a bear on a chair took me on : 'You seem a good bloke!”
So I packed up my kit and through forest and dale
I fetched up in Fairy Land: this is my tale
I don't get a mention, I'm sorry to say: my mythic employers prefer it that way –
But who do you think, when things go awry, arrives with his tools to save the day?
Rapunzel, for example, a delicate flower, sends for me frequently to unblock her shower
And that clever little pig despite all his tricks, needed an expert to point all those bricks.
The hooves of those billy- goats sure took their toll, but it a was ME, not them, that did for that troll.
I took out a plank on the bridge and he fell through the hole.
ITgey say that a woodcutter saved Little Red in her hour of need
But it was me that killed Wolfie, I did the deed.
Cinderella's coach? I put back the wheel that fell off when it went in a ditch
And with a dollop of Swarfega I made the glass slipper fit.
Those princes and giants have there place, there's no doubt
But there'd be few happy endings if I didn't help out!
First gather everything together
Into A Singularity
And blow on it!
That was a very, very,
Now wait 13.7 billion years and open a cook-book.
(My thanks to God.
Who did the Big Bang
And Carl Sagan, whose recipe this is!!)
Sounds of Home:
Crack and hiss of a spiteful coal in it's narrow hearth
Westminster chimes, Disneyfied, by the ice-cream seller in his pink-cream van.
” My Whippy” or “Tartaglia's”
I remember the day they had a fight and whizzed dollops of vanilla
Over our wondering heads.
Mum's industrial Singer treadle machine
Whine-hum tat-tat-tat d-D-D–d-D (She was fast, my mum, sewing
Collars, plackets, pockets, lapels … for pennies Piece- Work,
For Comptons, where she worked, before she married.
My dad's old 73's churning around on his ancient record player
In A Monestry Garden, In A Persian Market, Panis Angelicus.
My dad wasn't a church-goer, but Panis Angelicus made me one.
Mum breaks into song.
“Catch A Falling Star and Put it in your Pocket …
D-D–D ddddddddddddd d-D-D
And my grandfather's old clock ( seven shillings and sixpence, Woolworth 1913
Ticks on and on and on …
First of May.
(Careful! Don't break it!)
There he is. A tall dark handsome stranger
En route to Porlock.
Hand the cat (black, naturally)
To a neighbour and escort the
Stranger to Vegas,
Where, touch wood,
Your lucky dime will
Accrue, for you, a
If not, head into the sunset with a shovel
And track down a rainbow.
Position yourself at its end,
Throw salt over your left shoulder, and
If Mercury is in the ascendant and
Cassandra on holiday, you
WILL find that pot of gold
Stuffed with enough
Shiny silver sixpences to ensure
You will, if you're lucky,
AA sells manual for drivers
Abridged for coping with
Accidents and other assorted
Adventures. Take flying with
Aeroflot for example, an adventure and no mistake.
After all, it's not just
Agricultural workers who say
Ah-Ah!!! when denied first
Aid in an emergency especially when the door is left
Ajar: a trip hazard if ever there was one, and injury ensues. It's
Akin to exchanging
Aluminium hydroxide (toothpaste ???) for
Ammonium peroxide, which not sensible on the whole. Moving on – best remain
Anonymous, or only raise the issue of coherence under
AOB which is
Apparently essential if you wish to
Aquire a reputation for sobriety. Best
Arrive early for the meeting, to be
Assured of having your
Attendance recorded in the minutes. Next: Please don't
Augment your stature in any way. Safer to be
Average in every department. Otherwise an
Awful dendroligist will take an
Axe to your cherry tree a la Geoge Washington. However, speaking of the
Ayatollah, and let's imagine we WERE, did you know his favourite shade of blue was