Topsy-Turvy Sam

Sam Carpenter, despite his name,

Was a klutz and wood was not his game,

So he took it as a deep affront

That people could be cruelly blunt

About his inability

To meet the standards of carpentry.

Vowing to prove no matter when

No form of woodwork's beyond his ken,

Sam lumbered to a junkyard nearby
Intent on grabbing whatever he'd spy.

That happened to be a decorative table,

Mahogany, like a piece from a fable,

Just what he needed to prove to all

That woodwise he was on the ball.

He worked on the top with plane and chisel

Until it appeared clean as a whistle

And after twenty hours or so

He examined his handiwork with a glow.

He'd show those nincompoops who brayed,

He'd demonstrate he deserved a parade!