Wax On, Wax Off Poem by Phil Soar

Wax on, wax off, the tutor said
Trying to teach me something new
I waxed and waxed and waxed some more
Until my face came into view

And then he held a plank up high
And told me to attack it
He gave me a hammer and rusty nails
And said 'Go make a bracket'

He was only a failed Karate kid
And he taught me all he knew
He tried his hand at carpentry
But his business had fell through

So there I was a-waxing
And feeling pretty dim
So I took all that he taught me
And took it out on him!