Best Toolbox Poems

A plumber called Geoffrey Golightly
Enjoyed making love almost nightly
But he got such a clout
When his wife caught him out
Now he’s holding his toolbox quite tightly...

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In you, my father's tools lie,
You house his tools of labour,
I look into you and sigh, 
 You still stand even though my father has gone beyond the harbour, 
I look at you and remember the stories he told, 
I look at you and I...

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I'm dancing in a toolbox.
Used for many tools.
Dancing all around them.
Cautious of you fools.

I'm dancing in a toolbox,
frightened for my life.
Just a tiny jewel,
set; a tray of strife.

I'm dancing in a toolbox.
Looking for some help.
Waiting for my parents;
to commandeer my health.

I'm dancing in a toolbox.
YELLING...

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The Toolbox
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A dull-looking scuffed up ebony toolbox full of pure happiness,
Sat in the back of Charley’s old green Chevy pick-up truck,
Waiting for him to drink his three cups of coffee.
“Another adventure!” the wrench said to the clamps.

The tools knew that Charley would be using them today...

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Some still now
	remember when
years ago
	it there stood

red enamel
	with handles of chrome
a polished top
	of finest wood

with drawers so large
	with tools filled
most carefully cleaned
	and put away

wrenches of chrome
	both tiny and large
some modified
	for particular jobs

and bars of brass
	most carefully shaped
that they did use
	in most curious ways

and how they...

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