A Little to the Left
I’ve never seen two folks as mad
As when my dear old mom and dad
Together hung a picture frame.
Our wall may never be the same.
They couldn’t quite cooperate
That time they tried to decorate.
They bickered, argued, fussed and fought
While hanging up the art they’d bought.
“Go up a bit!”
“Go down a bit!”
“No, you’re tilting it!”
“Let’s try it on another wall!”
“Let’s not hang anything at all!”
“Does it look better there or here?”
“I no longer care!”
“A little left!”
“A little right!”
They fought like that all day and night.
And after fifty thousand fails,
The house was full of holes and nails.
And that is why the walls are bare.
They’re happier with nothing there.