Enjoy. Or something. You're welcome.

Sometimes I write poems.

But they are not very good.

See I told you so.

#DIYnumberone

I have a home! I have a home!

Next project on the list:

My clothes need a home.

Folded up so nicely in a square luggage case,

It’s hard to tell what I’m grabbing

Is this cotton or lace?

Nice, neat organized piles until it’s time to dress

When I dig for an article,

I’m left with a tangled-up mess.

This problem is small but annoying each day.

I shall try to solve it

There must be a way!

My room is so spacious with a cute little nook,

A shelf would fit perfectly--

Let’s go and look!

300 mets for a plastic, too-small shelf,

So I have an idea--

Call me Ms. Do-It-Yourself!

I will need some wood and some cinder blocks too.

Will you sell me some wood sir?

No?…Ok how about you?

Finally I find a man who will sell the wood plain,

But he says 500 mets...

Oh my gosh that’s insane!

I don’t want a dresser, a table or door,

I just want the wood, sir—

give me a break, I’m quite poor!

A friend of mine offered to make it to sell

But when he said 4,000 mets

I said "there's no way in hell."

I retuned to the man that said 500’s the price.

Then he lowered it to 400

And I said "thanks, you’re so nice!"

The workers and I sat and chatted away,

While a young teenage boy

sawed and sanded all day.

Okay, not really all day--just an hour or two,

Now my wood is ready

And I have work to do!

Cover the wood with capulana and secure it with string

Place atop cinder blocks

And we’ve got a shelf kind of thing!

I am now the proud owner of a Sarah-made shelf

It wasn't too hard

But I did it myself!

So now I have a home, and my clothes have a home...

And my blog can now say:

“I have a poem!”