Toolbox
I'm dancing in a toolbox.
Used for many tools.
Dancing all around them.
Cautious of you fools.
I'm dancing in a toolbox,
frightened for my life.
Just a tiny jewel,
set; a tray of strife.
I'm dancing in a toolbox.
Looking for some help.
Waiting for my parents;
to commandeer my health.
I'm dancing in a toolbox.
YELLING for my friends.
Who will come and help me?
Save me from these ends.
I'm dancing in a toolbox.
YES. I am.
I'm dancing in a toolbox.
A CARPENTER.
THE END.
Copyright © Trevor Mcleod | Year Posted 2008
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