Saturday 14th June
Dear friends, I write this note to you to tell you of my plight
And at this time of writing I am not a pretty sight
Me body is all black and blue and me face a deadly grey
So I hope you’ll understand just why I’m not post-ing today
I was working on the fourteenth floor, some bricks I had to clear
And throwing them down from such a height was not a good idea
The Foreman wasn’t very pleased, he’s such an awful sod
He said I’d have to take them down the ladder, in me hod
Now shifting all those bricks by hand, it seemed so bloody slow
So I hoisted up a barrel and secured a rope below
But in my haste to do me job, I was too blind to see
The barrel, full of building bricks, was heavier than me
When I went down and loosed the rope, the barrel dropped like lead
And clinging tightly to the rope, I started up instead
I shot up like a rocket and to my dismay I found
That halfway up, I met the bloody barrel, coming down
Now the barrel broke me shoulder, as to the ground it sped
And when I reached the top I struck the pulley with me head
I still hung on, though numb and shocked, from this almighty blow
And the barrel spilled out half the bricks, fourteen floors below
Now when the bricks had fallen from the barrel to the floor
I then outweighed the barrel, and I started down once more
Still clinging tightly to the rope I headed for the ground
And fell among the broken bricks now scattered all around
As I lay there moaning, I was sure I’d past the worst
But the barrel struck the pulley wheel and the bottom then did burst
A shower of bricks came down on me, I didn’t have a hope
And as I was losing consciousness, I let go the bloody rope
Now, the barrel, it being heavier, it started down once more
And it landed right across me as I lay there on the floor
I broke three ribs and my left arm, and I can only say
I hope you’ll understand just why I’m not post-ing today
Jed-ohh...