what goeth around cometh around

Another summer's evening, best spent out
Instead spent in, affixing tiles with grout
Afore they may be fix'd they must be cleav'd
But hitherto when cleaver's lever heav'd
A tile was split and sunder'd by the blade
As merely thirteen pounds for it we paid
But bye and bye with care and greas'd elbow
The tiles at top complete the tiles be-low
The morrow's eve shall see more grout apply'd
Twelve hours from that may let the grout be dried
Mayhap, if I rise close enough to dawn
And dither not on Internet in morn
Secrete I may a bead of silicone
Then run outside and cease to whine and moan.