As darkness fell, out in the shed <br />the tools and spiders went to bed. <br />Said, with a sigh, the brickie's Hammer <br />'I am the king', but, with a stammer, <br />the Saw objected, 'I can cut <br />while you sit on your shiny butt.' <br />The Hammer, in no mood for tales, <br />said 'I can drive a thousand nails <br />into a wall of steel or wood <br />it's something that you never could.' <br />The Saw now bared his freshly honed <br />one hundred teeth and then intoned <br />'let's see first thing, which tool he grabs <br />you go to bed, I'll work my abs.' <br />And in the morning, both were fools, <br />the farmer didn't need his tools. <br />The Saw attacked the Hammer madly <br />and hurt his wooden handle badly, <br />he sawed to cut him down to size <br />but did experience a surprise. <br />A pin, quite long, of hardened steel <br />did interrupt the Saws quick meal. <br />It was the handle's metal centre <br />and not designed for saws to enter. <br />It gave the Hammer added strength <br />and occupied the handle's length. <br />There was no time for Saw to slow <br />his chewing movements, to and fro. <br />As a result his teeth bit in <br />and lost some substance to the pin. <br />Some other tools suggested that <br />the two give up their ugly spat. <br />'You need to save the teeth', said Wires <br />the farmer though, now got the pliers.<br /><br />Herbert Nehrlich<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/with-tools-like-these/
