for the want of a nail

Rushing to buy a dryer

I will revise the poem.

For want of sleep the dryer door wasn’t measured.

For want of measurement, the door blocked the closet door.

For want of the door, the hinge had to be re-set.

For want of the hinge, we had to call in a contractor.

For want of the contractor,  we had him look at our continual mold in our bathroom.

For want of getting rid of the mold, maybe it wasn’t such a bad thing that we ran without sleep

to buy the dryer

that lived in the house that Jack built.

One little goat

L’shanah haba’ah beYerushalayim habnuyah.

 

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