Louis was a handy man, with long, dark, flowing hair; And everything he touched, it seemed, was easy to repair. A boat, a car, a motorbike, were all the same to Lou. A tinker here, a tap-tap there, and it was good as new. Till one day Lou decided that his job just wasn’t tough He grabbed his wrench and hit the road cuz he had had enough. “I’m bored,” he whined, “I need a job that really hits the spot.” “it seems the stuff we have ‘round here just isn’t very hot.” So off he went upon a bike he’d built the day before, In hopes that somehow, somewhere he would find a harder chore, Of fixing things with gears and stuff, that made the work more hard, So door-to-door he hit the road while passing out his card. But soon enough he found out that he couldn’t do much better. Because he wasn’t smart enough to get it to the letter. It wasn’t till much later that he found out in despair, The folks who got his card seldom needed to re-air.
