Your Rusty Saw
It’s seen better days,
that saw;
the metal is dulled and mottled.
(Don’t ask!)
Speckled with rust,
well used to cut through... what?
(Don’t ask).
Those teeth still have bite.
Even corroded
they’ll serve your purpose,
sawing my sanity
and severing my mind.
Submitted: April 17, 2021
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I'm not disappointed but I was expecting the saw to be an old meat saw and was ready for you to dismember you latest victim. Oh gosh, did I just give you an idea for another poem?
Sun, April 18th, 2021 2:20pm
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Maybe... Thanks, ratwood2.
Wed, April 21st, 2021 7:57amFacebook Comments
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Mike S.
A fine sawer, Hull
Sat, April 17th, 2021 7:31pmAuthor
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Thanks for, Mike.
Sat, April 17th, 2021 12:52pm