Router and Hammer Tie the Knot

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Router and Hammer Tie the Knot

The saw cuts the wood

The router makes a groove

The paper with the sand on it

Makes the craft feel smooth

The brush grabs the paint,

Strokes and lays a coat down

The stirring stick inside the can

It’s fun to spin round and round

The hammer hits the nail

Which goes into the wall

The wire holds the craft

So the craft is seen by all

Saw wants to cut some more

And brush wants to paint some, too

But the router and the hammer

Found something better to do

It seems while reading night ‘fore last

The hammer found a fiddling cat

And then he learned of a jumping cow

Well, by golly, then that was that

Hammer felt kind of like spoon

And router a bit like dish

Their eyes met from across the garage

Thusly born was their courting wish

The sandpaper was in attendance

Stirring stick and nail were, too

The wire and craft had little choice

They weren’t hanging there with glue

The wrench appeared quite suddenly

Ordained in the ways, someone said

Asked if they did, they said I do

Router and hammer then quickly fled

Out the door and down the road

In a galloping, fleeting rush

The last in the garage to see them

Were of course the saw and brush

Then the latter pair found on the floor

A book that was filled with riddles

Opened the pages and there inside

Was the story of Hey Diddle Diddle

Before the cow jumped o’er the moon

Brush’s horse hair and saw’s teeth clenched

Next thing you know the pair of them

Went looking around for the wrench

Then the can said, “Hey, anyone seen my lid?”

And the wall just stood there silently

Comments

greg cain (author) from Idaho, USA on August 31, 2020:

Thanks, Devika. Glad you enjoyed it. Yes, never enough space...organization is key. Also, if it doesn't get used, it goes away! Have a good week.

Devika Primic on August 28, 2020:

I like this poem about tools makes me think of the tools we have and space is never enough.

greg cain (author) from Idaho, USA on August 27, 2020:

Thanks, Eric. I had fun putting it together. And if talking to them gets the job done, perhaps your son will grow up to be quite the handyman, too. Good week, my friend. Be well.

greg cain (author) from Idaho, USA on August 27, 2020:

Thanks, Abby. I appreciate that. It was very fun to write, as well. Happy Thursday.

greg cain (author) from Idaho, USA on August 27, 2020:

RoadMonkey - I went back and read the first couple stanzas with that thought in mind...and you are right, of course. Completely unintentional that was, but now I don't think I'll ever be able to read it the same way again. Haha! Happy Thursday.

greg cain (author) from Idaho, USA on August 27, 2020:

Ankita B - thank you! Much appreciated.

greg cain (author) from Idaho, USA on August 27, 2020:

Bill - they say there is no such thing as coincidence. Some people say that, anyway. Haha! So perhaps it's not a coincidence after all, as you say. Have a good one.

greg cain (author) from Idaho, USA on August 27, 2020:

Sha - righty oh, my friend! I sometimes wonder what happens when I turn out the light and close the door...shenanigans galore!!

greg cain (author) from Idaho, USA on August 27, 2020:

Thanks, John. And me, too! Tough to lose them as workers, though. Lots of uses for them around the workshop.

Eric Dierker from Spring Valley, CA. U.S.A. on August 25, 2020:

I was just doing a job and I was somehow talking to my tools. My poor son thinks that is just normal. This is real fun.

Abby Slutsky from America on August 25, 2020:

This was fun to read.

RoadMonkey on August 25, 2020:

Wow. I am not sure what else to say. Interesting, certainly and the start of it could almost be considered a double entendre!

Ankita B on August 25, 2020:

A wonderful creative composition. I loved it.

Bill Holland from Olympia, WA on August 25, 2020:

I just wrote on my blog about the tools I use for my DIY projects, and here's your poem about tools. Perfect timing, my friend. Great minds think alike, me thinks.

Shauna L Bowling from Central Florida on August 25, 2020:

Box, your mind amazes me. It goes in a thousand different directions on any given day. How do you keep up with yourself?

This was fun. You'll never see your garage as simply a place to store tools now that the secret's out, will you? Tee hee.

John Hansen from Queensland Australia on August 25, 2020:

This was a fun poem above about tools, Greg. Quite unique in fact. Ok hope the hammer and router live happily ever after.