Rust

My table (meant to stay outdoors) Has patches now of rust. I don't want to replace it Though good sense insists I must. Its chairs are super comfy But to rust they've, too, succumbed. My husband says, "Get rid of 'em!" Yet that would leave me bummed. I bought a can of rust remover And a can of paint. If you suspect I'm handy, well, In layman's terms, I ain't! But it won't hurt to take a shot And see how it turns out Before buying a replacement. (Which I'll need, without a doubt!)

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Maurice Rigoler

Date: 6/13/2017 9:54:00 AM

Oh, I'm just the opposite. I am not a handyman at all. I'd rather buy another something than tinker with it – and make it worse! Again, I love your succinct lines, Ilene; I learn much from your writing style. / M

Daniel Turner

Date: 6/10/2017 7:45:00 PM

Unfortunately Mrs Ilene, Nothing lasts forever. Love the poem:)

Jan Allison

Date: 6/10/2017 2:43:00 PM

We lead such similar lives Ilene!!! This happened to my garden table last year, I spent ages removing the rust and painted it with Hammerite but now I see the rust peeping through again - the salt air here does nothing to help but the table is good for another year and I am loath to get rid of it - I can just put a table cloth over it if we have friends round!!!:-) hugs Jan xx