My Tool Box
In 2016 when I bought my town house,
one of my first visitor's was my ex-spouse.
He wanted me prepared for life's breaks and knocks,
so he gifted me my very first tool box..
I never acquired these skills in our long marriage he was the fixer,
and I never felt disparaged.
A hammer comes in handy and pliers too, but
what is a lever supposed to do?
I own an "adjust and flow aerator", which I'm not using now
and never will later.
There's a pair of clippers way too sharp for my hair.
If I need some snippers there are beauty shops here..
If I'm suddenly threatened and fearful of my life,
I'll pull out my non-functioning exacta knife.
He also included a package of white grease, which
came with cautions, does he want me deceased?
Some tools now sit idle in there neat canvas case as
I'll always hire a handyman when needed at my place.
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