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Showing posts with label Super Glue and Duct Tape. Show all posts
Showing posts with label Super Glue and Duct Tape. Show all posts
Friday, May 15, 2015
A Ladies Little Toolbox
Screw it.
I will open that can of worms
and nail him to the wall!
But I should get hammered first.
No-Stop-Safety (pins) first!
Goggles, masks, closed toed shoes-I mean
steel toed boots-
not for kickin' it-get with it.
Smooth like ultra fine paper with carbine thousand grit
sides, kept in vice grips, to wrench the ruler,
usurp and pry
hinging on spring loaded braces, it snaps back
Watch your digits!
He thinks I'm nuts already,
and will likely bolt anyway,
whose to say, I'll be level-
headed, flat out about it,
not Phillips, no need to needle-
nose, double plying, retrying,
rocking the ratchet in need of repair-
what a pair-
the dynamic duo of Lieutenant Duct Tape and
senior sidekick Sgt. Major Super Glue,
which will work just as darn
goody goody two shoes,
whichever tool
you choose to use.
Image By M338 (Own work) [Public domain], via Wikimedia Commons.
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