Handywoman

Handywoman

A handywoman is for hire

She is assured never to tire

Once distinguished in the Tabernacle Choir

Now she splices and dices wire

Never distressed, shaken, stirred into mire

Her hands sand like a forest fire

Lumber, concrete, a plaster of Paris esquire

Bulbs replaced, pipes snaked, cuts so precise that you can respire

Powertool handling, you’ll surely admire

She can acquire even the stubbornest buyer

Here, here, is

her enticing flyer!

Trimmed trees, sanded floors, fresh paint, whatever you desire!

She’s no liar,

With this coupon that will never expire

Your home will no longer be so dire!

Indeed, you’ll feel you’ve moved to the shire!

Imagine all the neighbors boiling with ire

To see you turned up in your home, made into a squire

So, don’t stall, don’t dawdle, come down from your wire

Be the first to bid this handywoman for hire!