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By B.K. Date: 2002 Sep 12 Comment on this Work [[2002.09.12.19.33.7301]] |
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I’ve never cared for power tools They were just too crude for me I was scared I’d cut myself Or harm my favorite tree So so lady like Pruned by hand so lovingly Till I got tired of pruning With misquotes after me So I opened up the shed and In Steven Kings dark corner The exact thing I needed To keep me from being So West Nile forlorn My big orange Black and Decker (Power hedge trimmer just for me) I grabbed that electric saw Went after that awful bush Took it by the big black handle And gave that button a push To top it off I had PMS ‘Twas meaner than a snee So in just three minutes flat I brought it right down to its knees First it was a square Then a triangle Then a circle But I just kept a sawing And my anger became a smirkle All that power it just went right to my head All that power and that poor bush now is dead I know why men all love their Black and Deckers It’s just like their fast cars They’re an extension of their peckers (What the heckers) So now there will be no more sissy Hand pruning for me Just once a month PMS Black and Decker (Baby You and Me) So watch out bushes Watch out hedges and big OLE trees Cause as soon as I can afford A Black and Decker big chain saw When that time of month rolls around I’m coming back to get you all. ©bk2002 |