SCAFFOLDING POLE

SCAFFOLDING POLE

Can’t say I wasn’t told

The letter was quite clear

The scaffolding was going up

At a house that is quite near

If we needed to park

Or turn our cars about

There would be problems getting in

And certainly in getting out

But then I took a look

They’d built the scaffolding tight

Looked like you could just get through

Though it might be a bit of a fight

Next night I got home late

On the road there were no spaces

So I had to think of our back road

When in search of parking places

Heading in was a tight squeeze

Yet we got through quite untouched

Turning round - couldn’t get an angle

My confidence had been too much

The width was fine you realise

But just at wing mirror height

A length of pole it jutted out

Into door metal it began to bite

After lots of argy-bargy

We finally got our car past

But my door got all Titanic’d

Above the waterline - but vast

The scrape it looks quite nasty

Some bare metal’s now exposed

There quite a dint I’ve noticed

Adding to my list of woes

Can’t say I wasn’t told

The letter was quite clear

The scaffolding was going up

At that house that is quite near

Martin A W Holmes, Oct 12 2016