658. Tools Poem by Jaden Knight

I went down to the shed the other day
as I wanted to get away from fools
unfortunately I chose the wrong spot
as it was completely full of tools

the nails just wanted to get hammered
the saws keep complaining that they're in pain
one of the boxes has all its screws loose
am worried that it might be insane

the vice has a huge crush on the others
won't stop going on about its desire to squeeze
the protractors are the warmest ones in the place
as they're at 180 degrees

the drill and its bits are boring
the lasers won't level with me
the axes want to cut me to size
as if I was a dying tree

I think it's best I leave this place
and return to the land of fools
despite the fact that I leave the shed
I'll still be surrounded by tools