All Decked Out
Howdy, friends. Welcome back to the ‘burb. I’ve got a really, super duper FUN little ditty for you today. It’s all about our deck.
Here goes nothing:
So we’ve got this stellar deck
On the back of our house
It’s Trex and lumber and pretty big
And was built by a totally moronic louse.
See, he didn’t use treated lumber.
Or cedar or redwood.
He just screwed those composite planks on pine
And decided to call it good.
The joists, the beams, and the skirting boards
Are now all rotten through.
So we get the pleasure of rebuilding this deck
Oh yeah, and tearing it down, too.
Now you might say “that’s not so bad”
But how about some icing for the cake?
Plywood squares separate cement from wood
And too few case-ons make it quake.
So in swoops the deck guy
To take a good look around.
He exclaims “This is like, WAY unsafe”
“And must be rebuilt from the ground.”
Later came the estimate
And boy, it surely stank…
But we want our deck to be usable again
So we’re breaking out our piggy bank.
Mr. Deck Guy is busy
For another few weeks
But the new deck should be completed
Before June starts to peek.
We’re bummed it’s so pricey.
But glad it’ll be fixed
And at least we get to say right now..
Our squishy rotten deck is soon to be nixed.