Hardware Store Poems - Poems about Hardware Store

Amy Ingram, who lives next door, like nobody, you've met before, always talks with a whirring sound, and walks an inch above the ground, all mechanical that's for sure. She reopened the hardware store, mending microwaves and mowers, AI hope for our run down town, Amy Ingram. Red capped residents, soon got sore, said "this ain't our town any more", but some of us stuck to...

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The wooden floor wore decades of dust. Near the doorway brooms grew out of a fire bucket and bloomed in an odd array of heads. A pile of coir mats lay stacked in a wheelbarrow, all chorused in a WELCOME. Bernie's store was a haphazard sprawl of hardware stuff and followed no order at least by any stretch of logic. Hammers were paired...

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I work in the retail sector and everyone's gone mad. It's really very amusing. It's really very sad. Toilet paper and sanitizers have flown right out the door. Though everyone is asking we've no idea when we'll get more. The face masks of every type are hoarded like they're gold. Even the ones for dust or painting. But those hoarders can't be told. The painters and...

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Getting back to plaintiff's grip I wasn't guilty is my quip the newest Model on the floor a flagrant entry of encore! And littleness became the store that when a tiny bolt could score available, but now the door is only open, them, not for! I guess employers have a knack of keeping help, most out of whack their lives conditioned to a lack not service,...

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The hardware store's a dying breed As big box stores invade. They used to have just what you'd need, Each item U.S. made. But now they face a growing threat 'Cause though they're down the block, Most people hit their cars to get A wider choice of stock. You need a hammer and some nails, A spatula or strainer, Home Depot's got it - never...

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Flapping in the wind A sign hangs near the front door "LEAF BLOWERS ON SALE"...

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