Builders Builders

It is 10:30am. I am trapped in my room and so have been inspired by our "house guests" to compose this little poem.

Builders builders
Like strange pasty aliens
They sing out of tune
From 7:42am.

Builders builders
More tea? Already?
Why don't you do some work?
Quietly.

Builders builders
Stealers of hot water
From the shower and my mug
Give me back my coffee.

Builders builders
Brick by brick
Build this prison
Good and strong

So that we are together
Forever
Lost
In building junk.

Given that I'm purporting to be an education blogger, here's something from the BBC on discipline. But really, it's all about the builders today.