The Tool
The carpenter at rest recalled
The tools he left within a wall
So by night he paid a call
Too swift extract his treasure
His saw so deftly blasted through
It jerked and nicked his favorite tool
Just bellicose a real fool
At least he missed the jewels
The nurses laughed a lot inside
The carpenter, he nearly cried
The only damage to his pride
The doctor patched his tool
Copyright © Fred Jagenberg | Year Posted 2019
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