On Halloween night, when the wind starts to moan,
A homeowner groans at the rickety home.
The tiles all wobble, the beams creak and sway,
And bad roofers had promised to fix it that day.
They climbed up the ladder with tools that were bent,
Said, “Don’t worry, mate, it’s just a small dent!”
But hours turned to days, and days into weeks,
And leaks dripped like ghosts down the walls and the creeks.
The ghouls in the attic all giggled with glee,
For the roof was a horror for all eyes to see.
Shoddy repairs, nails scattered around,
The homeowner shivered at every loud sound.
But just when despair had crept in like a fog,
Came a knock on the door from a reliable prog.
With helmets, with ladders, and care in their hands,
They fixed up the roof just as one might have planned.
No crooked tiles, no leaks in the night,
Every beam secure, every corner tight.
For a treat without tricks, with work done so clever,
Trust Mogford Prescott Roofers Bristol—they’re the ones you’ll remember forever!
