Andy Mchandy

Andy Mchandy, had skills to ply his trade.
But all he did was lay around like he made it in the shade.
The house he built was made of dreams that popped just like balloons.
And when he woke he was still broke still singing his sad tunes.

Maybe someday he'll find a way to make it without work.
But we all know that that don't pay, you just end up a jerk.
He missed the point when he told the joke.
Now his dreams have all gone up in smoke.

Andrea wanted more. Hope you like. :)
Copyright © | Year Posted 2013

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Susan Avatar
April 20, 2013 at 12:26 AM
good title and I like your line "the house he made was made of dreams that popped just like balloons..." nice :)
Horsman Avatar
April 10, 2013 at 10:05 AM
yes this is so good..
Bauer Avatar
April 10, 2013 at 6:20 AM
i love the title and the way you've used rhyme here. very nice! and, by the way, i so appreciate it when you read a bunch of my poems and comment on them. thank you!
Onyango Avatar
April 7, 2013 at 2:51 PM
hehehe interesting story indolent men are many
Squyres Avatar
April 3, 2013 at 7:20 AM
I've known a few Andy's in my lifetime... Good poem !!!
Kendrick Avatar
April 2, 2013 at 5:30 PM
Enjoyed this one..There are many of those out there who don't want to work..Sad for their families though..Thanks for your visits to read and comment on my work...Sara
Kendrick Avatar
April 2, 2013 at 5:32 PM
When I went back and reread my work "Thoughts" I realized that I had not do c,d,c,d ending rhyme scheme..I need to go back and do some work on it..Sara
Wesley Avatar
April 1, 2013 at 5:14 AM
Would have been better to be "randy Andy" I think; takes a bit of charm but a whole lot less effort. Tee hee! :)
Dietrich Avatar
March 28, 2013 at 11:13 PM
hahaha, and I see this guy has my nic name. I like that Mchandy, the poor old bloke. Handy Andy, isn't that a nursery rhyme somewhere? Thanks for posting this new one. I hope others will soon take a look!
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