Toolbox Poems - Poems about Toolbox

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 did tell tales of old in jobs they done over so many years but...

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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 remember how he sojourned in the past, I look...

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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 for sure. He had thrown a tarp, some paint cans, and...

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The Toolbox ...

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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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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 for my friends. Who will come and help me? Save me from...

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