A Paid Carpenter Will Work

A carpenter for a clean job poised And for a new ceiling I rejoiced. Like soldiers' flag he did ceiling hoist, His eyes of full true confidence moist... A carpenter who knows a good joist upon him you can't a bad one foist, From afar would pick its sad fake smell, Long before his hammer hits the nail. The poised I had his price paid fully: All that he'd asked for brought duly, Pledge to not kill his time made truly; Orders for his drinks given coolly. A paid carpenter, I know, just works, For if he does not his bottle corks.