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