She’s somewhat tied up and she’s making me dizzy,
All dashing around like she is, being busy,
The storm got the fences and pulled off the roof
Of the shed, which is anything but waterproof.
With its windows blown in and its roof ripped and tangled
And everything looking a little bit mangled,
She’s wielding a hammer and searching for nails,
So I figure the safest bet here is turn tail…
It’s not that I don’t want to help her at all,
It’s just that she wobbles, is likely to fall…
I do not mind helping, the small dog is hands-on…
Just don’t want to be the soft thing that she lands on.
I thought I’d best help her by staying low-profile
And keeping right out of her way for a good while
I’ll offer a literary service instead…
And proofread a manuscript, safe in my bed.