The Bricklayer
Dear sir: I write this note to you to tell you of my plight,for at the time of writing it, I'm not a pretty sight.
My body is all black and blue, my face a deathly grey,
and I write this note to say why I am not at work today. While working on the fourteenth floor, some bricks I had to clear,
but tossing them down from such a height was not a good idea.
The foreman wasn't very pleased, he is an awkward sort,
and he said I had to cart them down the ladders in me hod. Well clearing all these bricks by hand, it was so very slow,
so I hoisted up a barrel and secured a rope below.
But in me haste to do the job I was too blind to see,
that a barrel full of building bricks was heavier than me. And so when I untied the rope, the barrel fell like lead,
and clinging tightly to the rope, I started up instead.
I shot up like a rocket, and to my dismay I found,
that half way up I met the bloody barrel coming down. Well the barrel broke me shoulder as to the ground it sped,
and when I reached the top, I banged the pulley with me head,
but I hung on tightly, numb with shock, from this ol' mighty blow,
while the barrel spilled out half its bricks some fourteen floors below. Now when these bricks had fallen from the barrel to the floor,
I then outweighed the barrel, and so started down once more,
but I clung on tightly to the rope, me body wracked with pain,
and half way down, I met the bloody barrel once again. The force of this collision, half way down the office block,
caused multiple abrasions, and a nasty case of shock,
but I clung on tightly to the rope, as I fell toward the ground,
and I landed on the broken bricks, the barrel had scattered 'round. Well as I lay there on the floor, I thought I'd passed the worst,
but the barrel hit the pulley wheel, and then the bottom burst,
a shower of bricks rained down on me, I didn't have a hope,
as I lay there bleeding on the ground, I let go the bloody rope. The barrel now being heavier, it started down once more,
it landed right across me, as I lay there on the floor,
it broke three ribs and my left arm, and I can only say,
I hope you'll understand why I am not at work today. Sincerely, Fredd Bloggs
Apprentice Bricklayer
Visitor Comments
The comments stated below are not necessarily the opinions of Andy Hughes or DarkroomSource or Hughes Computer Consulting.Re the builders note> Bric klayers carry bricks in a hod, not a hot.Contributed by on 2003-11-06 00:00:00
Andy is aboselutely rightContributed by on 2005-05-18 11:37:08
Boy, this is showing your age. This joke is about as old as time itself. There was a hilarious rendition of this story in the 50\\\'s, that would be radio, folks.Contributed by on 2005-05-29 10:08:24
