Tripping over the nails and screwdrivers

Piles, piles, piles are everywhere

Beer cans, to vodka bottles, to chainsaws

Everyday it looks like piles just move like a chess match

Enough is enough no more grouching at the smell of feet

Annoyed at the clutter

Tripping over the extension cords

Coughing at the saw dust

Brooms move from left to right

Papers color-coded filed, in the cabinets

No more worries

Nails are organized from small to big

Screw bits, wrenches, and hammers

Are all put away not in sight

As the mess is disappears and the smell is gone

We take a break and rest from the hard work

Look around the pile of papers are gone

Wow it looks like a desk

He walks in shocked and amazed

Takes a look around and started to cry