Today,
Tearing
The
Old
Porch
Roof
Away,
Debris
Falling
Below,
Peppering
The
Patio.
Jingle
Jangle
Radio
Refrains
As
The
Men
Climb
Down
And
Up
Again.
Cries
In
Spanish
And
Lots
Of
Good
Cheer,
I’ll
Owe
Thirty
Two
Hundred
Dollars
When
They
Leave
Here.
But
The
Roof
Won’t
Dribble,
So
I Can’t
Quibble.