Part 3....Simple Toys? Not Anymore
Just as a boy grows into teenager
he is bound to one day grow into man
I think it's when he is just five years old
He becomes a demolition fan
At that juncture it's all about the tools
To dismantle what works perfectly well
They may be begin plastic at the start
But it triggers something in their cells
A teenager will start with something small
A lawnmower, dirt bike, then on to cars
Then as he ages and gain life experience
The quest for tools is written in the stars
It starts with a simple set of wrenches
Then moves on to socket sets and ratchet
Not just ASE, they need metric as well
A tool store is a veritable banquet
Metal worker, wood crafter, mechanic
Plumber a welder and electrician
Wrapped up in a testosterone package
Needing a new tool for the next mission
Watch as his eye light, when reaching for a tool
That's new to the market sitting on display
It's no longer about simple fun in an old cardboard box
It will be tools from now till his dying day
Copyright © Paula Swanson | Year Posted 2010
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