Tile It!

Laying tiles is her job,

But your money she will rob,

For although it's worth while,

She charges lots just to tile.

But not just tiles she lays,

She has carpetting days,

And sometimes for weeks,

She'll line your floor with leeks,

So catch her in the right mood,

To avoid a floor made of food,

For it's safest with tiles,

A floor of tiles brings a smile.

The End

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