My Workshop
Time to clean my shop,
Work will never stop.
Tools need to be put away.
Sawdust needs sweeping,
Cobwebs are creeping,
My soul is in disarray.
A pair of pliers,
Some speaker wires
Hang them up on the pegboard.
A set of drill bits,
Is giving me fits,
Problems can not be ignored.
If I’m feeling lost,
It’s too high a cost,
So cleanliness I’ll extol.
Then son of a pup
I’ll build myself up,
In my shop I’m in control.
ALOUTTE YOUR CLEANSING RITE
By Tony Lane
Copyright © Tony Lane | Year Posted 2011
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