D.I.Y.

There is a theory
called Murphy's law
that does worry
my sister-in-law:
the chance is strong
that sooner or later
things will go wrong.

When things break
her husband is here
to allay her fear.
Don't worry, honey,
he confidently says,
to save us money
I will fix it myself.

It's straightforward
to replace a shelf.
It's easy enough
if I can procure
the requisite stuff
but it must be
the right wood.

Should it be pine
or redwood,
or mahogany?
The choice, I find,
is pure agony;
I cannot easily
make up my mind.

You must know
I'm a perfectionist
but some people insist
that I'm a fool
because I blame
some failed jobs
on the wrong tool.

Think what you will
but it's not a joke,
when I used the drill
to tighten the screws
that useless instrument
was of no use:
it immediately broke.

Almost every time
I had to bear the brunt
of my rotten luck.
Tried to cut some timber
and the saw was blunt.
Yet I'm determined
to show resilient pluck.

 
© Luigi Pagano 2022