My Wedding Ring - Part 2

So my super decided He’d break down the wall. He’d recover my ring With no problem at all. First he smashed down the back Of the closet behind Where the bathtub resides (And the ring was confined). But he couldn’t quite reach So the hole kept on growing. I wasn’t relaxed With the way things were going. I tried to say, “Stop!” But more workers arrived, All convinced that my wedding ring Surely survived. As I paced and regretted Allowing this folly, The super extracted my ring – Oh, my golly! I burst into tears Not believing my luck, Amazed that my ring Wasn’t vanished or stuck. I looked up a jeweler Who shined it to gleaming And almost believed All this time I’d been dreaming. The ending is happy So I’m not complaining But this is one day That was totally draining.