Yes I have one who's rather handy
When in a fix is fine and dandy.
He has machines and lots of gear
In his man-cave, you'll find him here

Just out the back now in his shed
Amongst his toys all carefully spread
Around his workshop he will toil
From dawn to dusk, sometimes gets roil.

Then I will hear him curse and swear
When out of plumb, or not quite square
He'll throw a mighty 'hissy fit'
And he will say "oh bugger it'

Upon the shelves, there's tools all round
And up the walls, some more are found
In drawers screws and many nails
He's even got a set of scales.

And if he thinks he needs some more
He'll go down to his favourite store.
Soon then return to try it out
"Come look at this " I'll hear him shout.

So I will smile and say "that's nice"
And leave him play with his device
He'll potter round in sawdust too
And if not nails, use sticky glue.

His woodwork, welding, all on show
Around the house but this I know
For any job that needs a plan
I'll go to my dear handy man

Christine